poochie gown Gunna
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[Intro: Gunna & Young Thug]
(Southside on the track, yeah)
All facts, nigga, know what I'm sayin'?
No rap cap (Metro)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I got a bad bitch in my penthouse right now (Right now)
She got on a Pucci gown, ready to get piped down (Piped down)
I stash nine hundred thou' in case I get a dark cloud (Cloud)
No way we goin' down, money stretch a thousand miles (Thousand miles)
[Verse 1]
The richest on the South (South)
I got ten karats on my finger, this shit cost a house (Bling)
My shorty say, "You too much for me," I'm like, "Baby, how?" (Baby, how?)
You wavy, too turned up and rich, ain't got no kids or spouse (Wavy, spouse)
And crazy, boss up a lil' bitch, I pushed then kick her out (Kick her out)
Metro with the stеms (Metro)
If he say, it's trim (Trim)
High above thе rim
I can't fuck with Freddie Gibbs (No)
Niggas tellin' fibs (Fibs)
Rich kids try to get next to me, you know your chances slim (Slim)
G5 Gulfstream waitin' on me, I'm headed to L.A. hills (Gone)
Who that tryna contest a G? I promise, we ready to kill (Who that?)
Rolls-Royce like Uncle Phil (Phil)
You niggas gotta pay your bills (Bills)
Just like the song, this shit got hot, I'm tellin' my shooter to chill (Hot)
Bought a mansion off Papermill (Mill)
I'm countin' these millions, for real (Real)
I'm guarding these racks with a shield
I promise to stay with a steel (Steel)
(Southside on the track, yeah)
All facts, nigga, know what I'm sayin'?
No rap cap (Metro)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I got a bad bitch in my penthouse right now (Right now)
She got on a Pucci gown, ready to get piped down (Piped down)
I stash nine hundred thou' in case I get a dark cloud (Cloud)
No way we goin' down, money stretch a thousand miles (Thousand miles)
[Verse 1]
The richest on the South (South)
I got ten karats on my finger, this shit cost a house (Bling)
My shorty say, "You too much for me," I'm like, "Baby, how?" (Baby, how?)
You wavy, too turned up and rich, ain't got no kids or spouse (Wavy, spouse)
And crazy, boss up a lil' bitch, I pushed then kick her out (Kick her out)
Metro with the stеms (Metro)
If he say, it's trim (Trim)
High above thе rim
I can't fuck with Freddie Gibbs (No)
Niggas tellin' fibs (Fibs)
Rich kids try to get next to me, you know your chances slim (Slim)
G5 Gulfstream waitin' on me, I'm headed to L.A. hills (Gone)
Who that tryna contest a G? I promise, we ready to kill (Who that?)
Rolls-Royce like Uncle Phil (Phil)
You niggas gotta pay your bills (Bills)
Just like the song, this shit got hot, I'm tellin' my shooter to chill (Hot)
Bought a mansion off Papermill (Mill)
I'm countin' these millions, for real (Real)
I'm guarding these racks with a shield
I promise to stay with a steel (Steel)
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