Pryde - Pour (Bonus) lyrics

[Hook] Oh wait, hold on, wait a minute Man, y'all thought I was finished Smoke up, so what, this our year big business New cash, new stash, new clothes, brand new b**hes [Chorus] So pour it all up and let's get it So pour it all up and let's get it So pour it all up and let's get it Oh wait, hold on, wait a minute Pour it all up and let's get it Real sh** real! [Verse 1] Yeah, oh yeah, it's Northside in this b**h I said f** a gla**, I said f** a cup, I just grab the bottle that's it I said f** a job, said f** a system, said f** my teachers, it's lit! b**h we free at last, we gon' pop it off like I was fresh outta that b**h Tell em' all I'm him Silk shirt on my Pacino sh** Couple times the game drove me crazy I was thinking, "Damn I gotta leave this sh**" Do this sh** on my own, I'm my own boss, do my own leadership If you ain't pouring nothing b**h I know what's up and you can hold these nuts and you can eat a dick Now I'm smoking for the light pains She asks, "Why so up?" Baby life changed Used to do so wrong for the right thing Everybody wanna use me for my fame I'm into everything dark skins, light bang Dark titties on up you're exciting But I ain't really make this song too exciting I just made it cause we in it and we finna do it bigger [Hook] Oh wait, hold on, wait a minute Man, y'all thought I was finished Smoke up, so what this our year big business New cash, new stash, new clothes, brand new b**hes [Chorus] So pour it all up and let's get it So pour it all up and let's get it So pour it all up and let's get it Oh wait, hold on, wait a minute Pour it all up and let's get it [Verse 2] Oh yeah Hold on, wait a minute Had some people try to f** me over they ain't really know what my deal is f** that let em' go bout they business It's money scare a man sh**less This money make a man turn his back once he earn a rack and blow a bag off for them b**hes, man that's senseless On the move I don't work hard to get comfortable If you ain't with the dream to try to get the queen then we just throw the middle fingers up to you Don't got cares for you No f**s for you Got a Spanish b**h and she love a bull And my b**h pallets so colorful You wanna beat hoes like Mustard do We got tons of a lot of sh** Say they humble but brag bout accomplishments Say they realer but lifestyle is counterfeit Wearing shorts with my feet on the ottoman I ain't gotta express who I'm harder than I won't give all these rappers no sponsorship What you are we the opposite Got a b**h, awesomeness All of this rap think I'm crazy So I might f** all em in a bang [Hook] Oh wait, hold on, wait a minute Man, y'all thought I was finished Smoke up, so what this our year big business New cash, new stash, new clothes, brand new b**hes [Chorus x2] So pour it all up and let's get it So pour it all up and let's get it So pour it all up and let's get it Oh wait, hold on, wait a minute Pour it all up and let's get it