July - Expensive sh** lyrics

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July - Expensive sh** lyrics

[Hook: Troy $ince'97] Copped Polo, hundred each and sh** Yeah, Never been a fan of expensive sh** Ay, Yeah, But I'm just talking about the fits and sh** Ay, Yeah, We in the whip just skirting sh** [Verse 1: Troy $ince'97] Look, Party in the city get a Uber pronto We don't pay for it, we could pop a limo Party downtown better scoop a white hoe You know the best head come from the white hoes Look, hoes hit my line Hoes, hoes hit my line In the back mixing purple with lemon pine Her and her friends in the back sniffing lines Damn, hoes wanna f**, one hoe at a time If you wanna loyal then don't disregard This funny sh** around me these n***as is frauds If I hand you a deck, better handle your cards My hoes is in check yes, I handle my broads Young bulldog coming fresh off the yard My j**elry is wavy, should be a lifeguard I put them in prison when I give these bars I promise my n***as is bound to go far Life's a sin, Life's a sin, Life's a sin But God on my side so I'm destined to win I swear y'all not ready for whats gone begin So cross yourself from your tummy to your brim, woah Shout out to girls getting dough Chipotle or up on the pole I already know Just how the hustle game go We do it to get to our goals yeah [Hook: Troy $ince'97] Copped Polo, hundred each and sh** Yeah, Never been a fan of expensive sh** Ay, Yeah, But I'm just talking about the fits and sh** Ay, Yeah, We in the whip just skirting sh** Yeah, Copped Polo, hundred each and sh** Yeah, Never been a fan of expensive sh** Yeah, But I'm just talking about the fits and sh** Yeah, We in the whip though just skirting sh** [Verse 2: July] I pull up, I pull up I'm stunting Y'all n***as pull up, y'all pull in nothing I'm talking foreign cars, foreign women Can't trust n***as, windows tinted Too much hoes, book of Guinness Too much hoes, wait a minute Time is money so I gotta get it See me balling, wonder how I get it I was broke, had to stack a digit f** up a b**h then I f** up some commas They hoping I slip and get ten baby mommas I don't love these b**hes, I don't want no drama f** a cooked meal, I go eat Benihanas Young n***a work like a slave Tell that man holla at me Show the right way to get paid Yeah I'm getting paid, getting paid Whole lot of food on my dinner plate Get out my life b**h you in the way I feel my life is on flight delay I feel my life on delay, I feel my life on delay Ándale, Ándale Gotta get going don't follow me Leaving behind all the heavy weight You knew I was going, wasn't bound to stay [Hook: Troy $ince'97] Copped Polo, hundred each and sh** Yeah, Never been a fan of expensive sh** Ay, Yeah, But I'm just talking about the fits and sh** Ay, Yeah, We in the whip just skirting sh** Yeah, Copped Polo, hundred each and sh** Yeah, Never been a fan of expensive sh** Yeah, But I'm just talking about the fits and sh** Yeah, We in the whip though just skirting sh**