Saks Fifth Ant - SQUALOR lyrics

[Verse 1: Saks Fifth Ant] Hands on me I can't lose Watch me cross a n***a out his ankles Feeling like Hotsauce (EW EW!) Ghost ride till I pop off And if he really really want it gotta hit em in the spleen And that gold chain look crazy when I dip it in the lean And my pockets pristine Don't surf in my product or work in my wallet that's not what you need I got pills you got dreams You got dreams I got bills you not fiends So get in good with me And my work can fill in your seams Least that's the way it seems I'm just trying to go crazy I'm just trying to go crazy Prolly buy my old lady a diamond Mercedes At least worth a hundred and eighty Then I turn my life around and it's gravy Filas on my feet on my feet like a old white man in his forties No I wasn't looking at shorty She probably just saw me on the forgies I'm all in yo sh** and I'm corny And you won't throw a fade cause you boring n***a what you talking bout if Zoloft calm me down I'mma need about forty Me and my squad almost there No need to sit tight Backpack and black strap black hack sack couple black blackjacks got me feeling midnight If you don't like it little n***a get right I won't beat yo a** aye but my b**h might And that's prolly unfair hey but it's life And that's prolly unfair hey but it's life [Outro: Saks Fifth Ant] And I'm just so glad I'm not dead