Lyrics Wrong Planet - No PT

All black coupe nigga looking suspicious
It's a cold world diamonds on my neck straight frigid
Hoe all in my business wanna know what I'm sipping
Everyday touching money got perfect attendance
Don't know what I'm wearing shoes mason Margiela
Boy I'm touching paper some like a professor
You gone hear them shots nigga ain't no suppressor
Cooling kit on the blick it came with a compressor

She gave me top than I gave her the boot
No I'm not a kappa I step like a troop
I'm down to pass her I'll give you the oop
Big lean sipper trunk full of the goop
Hop out the back with a Mac in a suit
This perc got me stuck like a car with boot
Boy send me the addy he know we on route
This a wide body demon don't break just scoot
My pockets fat make her bend like a lineman
These some expensive rocks watch got rubies and diamonds
Say Eli Uncle Sam how he taxing and fining
Richard Millie on me so I got perfect timing
This hoe wet like water I gave her some backstrokes
We sent some shots tryna line up his Afro
I borrowed his hoe you know I lend her back tho
Now she Walk like a old man I'm thinking back broke
10 racks in my pants but these Jeans number nine
Had a mask on they ain't know I did the crime
Slut her out fuck ya morales this hoe know she fine
Ima get in her mind I'm one of a kind no lying
I soon as I wake up I'm counting and thumbing
They know who I am when I step in the function
Act like I'm lacking but for real tho I'm clutching
No jumper still sending shots at him he running
Scat after scat I hopped out with my niggas
Bank account looking good boy I'm still counting figures
New hoe thick and petite hoe I don't get your figure
Poured a pint of the red now I might pull the trigger
50 deep hella hoes in the sprinter
I'ma big boss make the money come quicker
Feds prolly think I got a money printer
Just get top from these bitches I'm never gone lick her

All black coupe nigga looking suspicious
It's a cold world diamonds on my neck straight frigid
Hoe all in my business wanna know what I'm sipping
Everyday touching money got perfect attendance
Don't know what I'm wearing shoes mason Margiela
Boy I'm touching paper some like a professor
You gone hear them shots nigga ain't no suppressor
Cooling kit on the blick it came with a compressor