Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Mony Powr Rspt sh** lyrics

Hundred thousand worth of j**elery Red diamonds to show it so you know they insured They styled up in Designer galore Used to be broke, but I found the cure Everytime I pull up, I pour up a four Bad b**hes like their Louis galore You trapping backwards, I just fast forward Focus in the Ford and the Honda Accord Everything you want, I got it and more Back in Atlanta, they know me in every store (they know) Red bottom walking down to the floor I take that PJ to France, Bonjour Freshest n***a, Fashion Week in New York Having gas like the Shell by the shore Doing sh** n***a never did before Money, plugs, and guns, I'm ready for war Off-white whip like I got it from Virgil p**y so good, she make a n***a fertile Cut the white girl like the O.J. murder Platinum cookie roost, color purple .38, still got this shell like a turtle Cut like a migo, my b**h, she a Persian King me, jump a n***a like a hurdle Real n***a looking to cut a bird I've been had Designer, I've been splurging I'm baking the cookies in the honey bourbon Burnt out the b**h, in this b**h doing circles Big face, Tom Ford, Steve Urkel I got rich when they said I wouldn't be sh** Street n***a, I would run on the cement I see it, I want it, you know I go [?] sh** Beige stick with a brown clip How 'bout I be on the bullsh** Free my n***as locked up, they some convicts Hoodrich and I'll never switch I f** on that b**h, now she DrugRixh Shawty with the plug, buddy the lick I catch her and that belly gon' go on this sh** Designer Drugz, pour a four of this sh** I might stop trapping after a couple of bricks Too many hundreds on me, I ain't flirting Think that b**h told me she can't get a Birkin Cooking the lean, the Xans, and the Perky Colored top, wasn't acting real nerdy This sh** is so dirty You can't hit it, you thirsty Little n***a, which one is you working? Off-white with the journey Bad b**h don't do the t**ng I put the forty in her purse We kept a dub off a birdie OG James Worthy Jewels dripping, make her thirsty All I bet is for mercy All my [?] know I'm working We got more guns than an army Foreign b**h look like Kehlani I'm sipping on gin and no Bombay When that sh** get sticky [?] Chopper bullets, it might knock off an arm I'm another n***a with a firearm You better be humble and listen to Moms Been off the porch, ask Uncle Rob I don't need no mask, they know that I rob Everyone got guns in my entourage Walk down the street, we don't shoot from afar Heat this sh** up in a rental car Chanel slippers when I step in the car Been slipped up, bet you see a star Remember going to school in a stolen car