[Intro]
Yeah
Pablo Juan
Hoodrich shit
Thirty Six
(?)
Im in the town n***a
You know w'm saying
You know how im coming man
Designer Drugs Ooh
Yeah



[Chorus]
Yeah Yeah
I put a Tre Inna 20, I like my shit muddy
Hundred and fifties and twenties
I got get the money
Staking the money I got to get it
Can't fuck with these n***as they counterfit
I pull up in foreign my window tented
They can't see me in it
I rock the Cartiers expensive lenses ( Cartier's)
I used to serve nicks stacking up the pennies
[Verse 1]
I got a bad little freak she gonna ride with me
(Bad little bitch)
I got a bad little dime with me (She a dime)
I keep them racks like a dime with me (racks)
Im in the trap serving Bobby and Whitney
Trap the work from Bmore back to the city
I got a 36 that's chicken (36)
Call up my phone better be bout some business
I want the money ain't stunting these bitches
I put some ice on my neck like a beast (ice)
Ima get rich or die trying like Fifty
Gotta get money I think I'm addicted
Designer drugs im dripping
Cop me a Molly Im tripping (Molly)
We don't drink liquor we lean sipping
F&N Glock with the beam in it
Pop me a perc and I go to infinity

[Bridge]
Pop me a Percocet and get in on it
Fuck that lil bitch and her friends
( Fuck that lil bitch)
Drink to much lean and fuck up kidneys
(Drink to much lean)
Everywhere I go the strap with me
Got bad bitches with the ass and the titties
Got racks on me when I come to your city
Givenchy shirt and my shoes they Christian
I got a Rollie and no its not ticking
[Chorus] Pablo Juan, 36NoKutz
I put a Tre Inna 20, I like my shit muddy
Hundred and fifties and twenties
I got get the money
Staking the money I got to get it
Can't fuck with these n***as they counterfit
I pull up in foreign my window tented
They can't see me in it
I rock the Cartiers expensive lenses
I used to serve nicks stacking up the pennies

[Verse] 36NoKutz
I made my way with a scale
I might just slide through your trap with bale
Talk bout that hustling you n***as be scared
Hop out that bitch with with the doors in the air
Nina on me with the red infrared
But I still be counting blue faces
Ain't got no choice but to chase it
Bitch Im the one like The Matrix
Hundreds and fifties and twinkies
Get out of line leave you stinking
I need that money Im fiending
And I don't let nothing between it (damn)
And Im so fresh and so high
I must be stunting for Jesus (aye)
4 in that cup and Im leaning
Fuck her till she paraplegic (yeah)
[bridge]
Fuck her so good I leave that bitch sleep
4 in my cup slow me down when we speaking
Smoking GG out the Fronto I need it
That bitch ain't sucking no dick then Im leaving
Got that pack money I slide through your bity
My t-shirt Givenchy my shoes is expensive
Way to much sauce and I drip and Im drenching
All of this sauce is gonna get me a million

[Chorus]
I put a Tre Inna 20, I like my shit muddy
Hundred and fifties and twenties
I got get the money
Staking the money I got to get it
Can't fuck with these n***as they counterfit
I pull up in foreign my window tented
They can't see me in it
I rock the Cartiers expensive lenses
I used to serve nicks stacking up the pennies

[Break Down]
(Drink to much lean fuck up my kidneys
Everywhere I go the strap with me ) x4