Hoodrich Pablo Juan – Money On Fleek

You a pussy, you can’t stand next to me
VS1 diamonds, they clear like Bacardi

Call me ‘Blo, I’m the one that gave her the powder
All of my bitches are freaks
I put the Dior on like the old-school Pistons
Frostbite pinky ring, thats like December
I got stripes, make a call like the referee
Trap going hard for my dope cooking recipe
Everyday, I put designer on my feet
I can put ice in my cup from my neck
Get on that molly, that X, get geeked
Fly nigga, I be walking hardly
I like my bitches thick
Your bitch, she a freak, she got fucked in the Benz
I go to Cali and smoke out the forest
I like my money real crispy
Selling white girl for the youngin’, iCarly
[Chorus]
Keep the cash in the back with me like I missed it
[Verse 1]
Keep the cash in the back with me like I missed it
I get geeked up on that ecstasy
Ice on my neck, got it cold like the winter
You can [?] how I wake up and dress
[Chorus]
Copped a Christian Louboutin for every cent
Just got out the shower
Pour us a four of that Hitech
Strapped like the military, I’m the Sargeant
Ghost, not Jamie in Power
Chasing with Cartiers, switched out the lens
Diamonds hitting like [?]

I put the dick in her [?]
All of my diamonds, they water like seas
Make a movie with a video vixen
We shooting at niggas, we ain’t doing no dissing
Getting money, that’s my destiny
The lean, the Percs, the Xans, prescriptions
Make your baby momma breastfeed
Smoke out the pound of the cookies and leaves
I like exotic women, cars, and weed
I got water dripping on me
I put the Dior on like the old-school Pistons
I don’t wanna fuck, I just want your dentures
The lean, the Percs, the Xans, prescriptions
Everyday, I put designer on my feet
Fuck if you like me, I’ma get it regardless
Pour a four in Hitech and I mixed it
[Verse 2]
Fuck that, I totally left here with incidentals
I like my money on fleek
Hoodrich, I been that since [?]

Pop a Xan, don’t go to sleep
Fuck on your bitch, treat her just like a rental
Left the jeweler with a pool party
I like my money on fleek
You say you a Muslim, then why you wear Christians?
Rocking Louis and Gucci, mix it
Pour a four in Hitech and I mixed it
Pop a Xan, don’t go to sleep
Make a movie with a video vixen
Switching up the foreign, these ain’t no rentals
Get on that molly, that X, get geeked
Fucking bitches, we ain’t doing no kissing
She gon’ ride it like it’s a Ferrarri
Everything that I wear is expensive
My niggas one hundred, we ain’t never sorry
All of my diamonds, they water like seas
Hoes chasing me like I got warrants, I’m fleeing

Yeah, dressing like I just got styled by Ian
Popped me a Xan, geeked up again
Everywhere I go, I got racks like a ten
Smoke out a pound of the cookies and grabba leaves
Rocking Louis and Gucci, mix it
Smoke out the pound of the cookies and leaves
He a plate, he don’t know he a target
You say you a Muslim, then why you wear Christians?
All of my bitches are freaks
I’m on them Percs for that bitch for an hour
Lions all over my Gucci like Simba
I came in the foreign, gon’ make her wet
I like my money real crispy
I like my bitches thick
I got hard work, make it look so simple