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[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ooh, yeah
MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying?
Everybody getting money, nigga
Yeah, Pablo Juan

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses
Expensive glasses like I’m teaching class
Too fresh to take out the trash
Fresh to death, where is my casket?
I always stay with assassins
I’m always laced with the fashion
Teacher gave me an F, that’s fantastic
VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing
I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing
Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy
You a beggar, I’m a hustler
I’m the dealer, you the customer
Catch up, little nigga, I’m mustard
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
I ain’t never really trust you
Knew I should’ve never trust you
You ain’t real, you a buster
These niggas was always sus
These niggas start snitching for nothing
These niggas wanna live by the gun
Guess what, you gon’ get what you want
El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
If come ride it’s tinted
Don’t test the water chilly
My pinky a quarter ticket
Had to grind smart to get it
Limited ‘sclusive edition
They waitin’ in line to get it
Danny your time, I did it
I didn’t get a dime, a visit
I been had the sauce, I’m drippin’
‘Fore I had a pot to piss in
My car just lost the ceiling
My girl just lost her feeling
Gucci getting richer than richy
Bitches say Gucci saddity
She just did her ass and her titties
Well skeet on her face ’cause she pretty
I tell her, go’n, like the road runner
Might stash your phone number
Ho get the wrong number
I’m stacking all winter
I’m stuntin’ all summer
And I need a grown woman
‘Cause I got grown money, Wop

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Burr
I’m out pussy
It’s your worst nightmare
Glacier
Ha

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I was just sittin’ in a cell playin’ solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, brush they full of [?]
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch won me a lot of deal, say she love them solitaires

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
4 mil for the crib, 1.5 just to keep me chill (1.5)
To my neighbors here, Jack and Jill, still trot up the hill (through the hill)
Fiji water, talkin’ Aquafina glass, crystal clear
Ice there, ice here, I just iced the atmosphere

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Huncho
I’m walkin’ real light (walk)
It’s somethin’ like skatin’ on ice (skate)
Yo hoe wanna fuck my vibe (sheesh)
Huncho Brett Favre, throw pies (Huncho)
Try the gang, and we dumpin’ (dump)
Glacier Boy it’s a global warmin’ (yeah)
Everybody wanna come join in (gang)
Niggas born in, and ain’t sworn in

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I was just sittin’ in the cell playin’ solitaire (huh)
Now they see me everywhere, brush they full of [?] (Wop)
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch won me a lot of deal, say she love them solitaires (mwah)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Bitch I don’t play no solitaire, I’m a fuckin’ millionaire
Trap stars everywhere (trap)
Bad hoes everywhere (bad)
Right wrist quarter million dollars, that’s no lie
Left wrist, all Piguets, I put it in the sky

[Verse 4: Gucci Mane]
Burr, burr
All my stones single me, they ain’t with the mingling
Damn that’s Mr. [?], but we ain’t with that kinky shit
Wop be on that Nicki shit, my whole clique robbin’
Lookin’ at the robbers like, "Y’all ain’t finna take shit"
Glacier Boy, amazin’ shit, yeah jeweler ain’t up on this
Crazy diamond bracelet, I’m jealous of my own wrist
If you ain’t spend a million yet, you probably won’t agree with this
[?]
(Gucci!)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I was just sittin’ in the cell playin’ solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, brush they full of [?]
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch won me a lot of deal, say she love them solitaires

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Wop, ha

[Verse 1]
I can still shut down a party
I can hang with anybody
I can drink whiskey and red wine
Champagne all night
Little Scotch on the rocks and I’m fine, I’m fine

[Chorus]
But when I taste tequila, baby I still see ya
Cutting up the floor in a sorority t-shirt
The same one you wore when we were
Sky high in Colorado, your lips pressed against the bottle
Swearing on a Bible, baby, I’d never leave ya
I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste tequila
When I taste tequila

[Verse 2]
I can kiss somebody brand new and not even think about you
I can show up to the same bar
Hear the same songs in my car
Baby, your memory it only hits me this hard

[Chorus]
When I taste tequila, baby I still see ya
Cutting up the floor in a sorority t-shirt
The same one you wore when we were
Sky high in Colorado, your lips pressed against the bottle
Swearing on a Bible, baby, I’d never leave ya
I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste Tequila
When I taste tequila

[Bridge]
I ain’t even drunk, I ain’t even drunk
And I’m thinking
How I need your love, how I need your love
Yeah, it sinks in

[Chorus]
When I taste tequila, baby I still see ya
Sorority t-shirt, the same one you wore when we were
Sky high in Colorado, your lips pressed against the bottle
Swearing on a Bible, baby, I’d never leave ya
I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste tequila
When I taste tequila
When I taste tequila
When I taste tequila

[Verse 1]
Yeah, mindin’ my own business and some diamonds
Perfect timin’, my broad brought weed and wine in
I fucked my bitch, she rolled the weed, okay let’s keep this goin’
She rub my back, she hold it down, she really keep me goin’
Fuck her real good, so she start to ask me where I’m goin’
I sleep and record it, sleepy recordin’
And don’t you call me when I’m workin’, I’ma keep ignorin’
And now my ringtone’s in this take, you really gettin’ annoyin’
And let your boy enjoy this while you keep on tryna spoil this
I need peace, no noises, I need peace, no noises
See in this life we got choices and I decided
I’ma shine the brightest, lookin’ like the colors on a koi fish
In jail or dead, when [?] is pointless
Don’t you be speakin’ on my secret pussy appointments
Keep that between us, got a lot of demons
I just wanna release some, I need a drink and a joint lit

[Chorus]
I got these demons on my mind, all we need is five
To get rid of that shit, come smoke with me and let’s get high
I got these demons on my mind, all we need is five
To get rid of that shit, come smoke with me and let’s get high
Come smoke with me and let’s get high, me and let’s get high

[Beat Switch]

[Skit: Cozz & the passenger]
"Damn nigga, you was ‘sposed to hit that left right there nigga, damn. Hey this… this still the same song nigga? What’s up with that blunt nigga? Damn! You been holdin’ on to that shit for… What you still high off the last one, huh? You still thinkin’ ’bout your girl? (laughs) Nigga still thinkin’ about yo’ bitch!"
"Bruh… Nigga, shut the fuck up!"

[Chorus]
Please don’t bother me while I drive (while I drive)
Please don’t bother me when I smoke (when I smoke)
I just want silence in my ride (in my ride)
Please don’t bother me when I smoke (when I smoke)
Please don’t bother me while I am high (while I’m high)
Please don’t bother me when I smoke (when I smoke)
I just want silence when I drive (when I drive)
That’s the only thing that helps me cope (it helps me cope)

[Verse]
Look, get with the program, in my whip I play slow jams
Drive with my knees, weed in both hands, high and I won’t land
Boy, I’m in my own land, so when you talk, I give no damns
Sorry, it’s no chance, tryna get through to me now, uh
Can’t hear you anyway, the weed is too loud, uh, demons too loud, uh
All the shit that I ain’t proud of goes away when I smoke the haze
Sour makes hard times sweet as donut glaze
Hour after hour seems to go away
This is it, first place in the race to reduce the growin’ pains
Yeah, I’m older and I’m wiser so got shown some things
A lot of people love you when you can’t hold your weight
Then give you the red light when you wanna roll to fame
You niggas and you hoes off the hook like stolen bait
A lot of y’all just talk but don’t even know a thing
So shut the fuck up

[Chorus]
Please don’t bother me while I drive (while I drive)
Please don’t bother me when I smoke (when I smoke)
I just want silence in my ride (in my ride)
Please don’t bother me when I smoke (when I smoke)
Please don’t bother me while I am high (while I’m high)
Please don’t bother me when I smoke (when I smoke)
I just want silence when I drive (when I drive)
That’s the only thing that helps me cope (it helps me cope)

[Outro: Cozz & the girl]
(FaceTime ringing)
"Aw, fuck"
(FaceTime connects)
"So let me ask you one last time. So you… you’re tellin’ me that she’s talkin’ about you. Jessie thinks you’re oh-so god damn sexy and what you fuckin’ do… or is it because y’all fucked around?"
"Ugh… ‘Cause I’m a mack." (laughs)
"Stop fuckin’ jokin’! This is not fuckin’ funny! Why is this shit going around? And my friends, who are friends with her people and also her, are tellin’ me some stupid ass shit of you… but it’s not fuckin’ by surprise because you’re a fuckin’ dog, and you’re not ready to be in a relationship with somebody who’s so willin’ and so down for you, but you wanna continue to fuck me over. So I’m gonna ask you, have y’all exchanged information and have y’all done anything?"
"Psh… My answer gon’ remain the same"
(Call disconnects)

Bijan 4 The 1 Time
Metro Boomin’ want some more, nigga!

[Offset:]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Poppin’ but you really not ‘gone shoot
Ninety pointers [?] my diamonds look like hula hoops
Hope in my Bentayga, Hennessy [?] masseuse
Balenciaga, [?], Valentino boots
It’s the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape
And worry ’bout the bag ’cause the cash accumulate
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate
Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it
Put the iron on it, if a nigga my opponent
My car five-hundred and I don’t put no miles on it
I was runnin’ ’round homie, with five-hundred thou’ on me

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Told the fam, "Got the gang with me"
Bought my purple [?], got some rain on it
Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin’ on me
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it
We not the same, my nigga
My nigga, we from the north division
Amateur brain, yeah we bought ya just like it’s an auction, ain’t it
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it’s apocalypse
I met your mandatory, I’m told that means I had to get it
My shooter keep begging "please," he’s ready to wack a nigga
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga
I’m giving your ho away, like she a raffle, nigga
We go at it, then we ‘gone play with the plastic stretchers

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits