Lyrics Ulysses - Ghostluvme

Got hundred's and fifty's
I fuck with Ulysses
Got hundreds and fifty's

I fuck with Ulysses got hundreds and fifty's my cash pink and blue
All of this money my pockets got fuller you know what I do
Life getting sweeter with all of these honnies like whine the Pooh
I live like a feature I double my money you watch what I do

I fuck with Ulysses, got hundreds in fifty's
Got Griddy In city's, got steppers no gillies
I doubled my biddies, they rubbing they're kitties
I'm upping my millies, with gold like I'm willie
I'm born up in philly, but Broward my city
No yellow no Lilly, It's pockets I'm filling
I'm making a killing, your making a shilling
I fuck with Ulysses, Full pockets of fifty's

I fuck with ulysses got hundreds and fitftys but I got no Jackson no blanket
Go city to city to city to city
Cause I'm writing all of my paychecks
The money and problems they used to come slowly
But now I'm just hoping you'd say less
Dior Balenciaga she dripped in designer
But she was just shopping at Payless

Liquor my liver got pills I don't shiver
I live lit don't care what the day is
Used to play football my coach used to hate
Cause I got no problem with flagrants
Back in the day had to boss up
Cause none of my classmates could say what my name is
I'm getting money yeah fifty's and hundred's
It's fuck a coach I call the play bitch

I'm getting money the problems they follow
No I am not new to the hating
Bought her designer with credit and wire
But that doesn't mean that we're dating
The bag getting bigger my bitch getting badder
I think the two might be related
I feel like mad hatter I'm higher than Saturn
But I got a Benz not a spaceship
I got some steppers they spray like it's pepper
They masked just like they were Casey

All of my money is clean
But I get it so much that the feds try to case me
All this money I aim at the cake
I don't really don't look at the waist up
He stepping to me now he's figure out lined
And they're putting the yellowish tape up
All of these bitches they switching and changing their minds
Cause they see that my tape's up
I'm getting this money til pockets are heavy
Cause I can not fuck with a pay cut (pay up) yeah, yeah

I fuck with ulysses got hundreds and fifty's But I got no Jackson no blanket
Go city to city to city to city
Cause I'm writing all of my paychecks
The money and problems they used to come slowly
But now I'm just hoping you'd say less
Dior Balenciaga she dripped in designer
But she was just shopping at Payless

Liquor my liver got pills I don't shiver
I live lit Don't care what the day is
Used to play football my coach used to hate
Cause I got no problem with flagrants
Back in the day had to boss up
Cause none of my classmates could say what my name is
I'm getting money yeah fifty's and hundred's
It's fuck a coach I call the play bitch