Pow Pow
I got that sow
Yea that shit smelling like wow
Choppa sounding like pow pow pow
Smoke em like a black n mild
Knock his head watch him slouch
That nigga garbage like grouch
Put the Brick up in the couch
12 coming don't make a sound
We gotta hide all the pounds
We rolling up all the loud
Now catch me at rolling loud
Watch how I jump in the crowd
All the bitches going wild
They trynna fuck on my style
Two watches but nah I'm not blue
Yea I'm counting up the blue face
But a nigga not blue face
Thousand dollars on my shoelace
So much cash I need a new bank
So many hundreds got 2 banks
2 true iced out like im 2 chains
Get ya money up nigga you too lame
Made her cream like im wu tang
Choppa singing like who sang
Raaa Raaa got him running like Usain
Hot head hit a nigga like Liu Kang
Sadam with the bomb bitch im Fiji Husain
Big body Benz takin two lanes
Bad bitch she a joog she a jiggalo
Kissing my dick right under the mistletoe
Counting that green green green piccolo
I need that cash what the fuck is you tripping for
I am up next in the front you the middle row
45 go behind the back then I finger roll
I set the pick n we pick n roll
Bitch im an artist like Figaro Figaro
Light up ya block like a cigaro
Careful what the fuck you within for
You ain't a bitch what you bitching for
Thought you had cash what you licking for
Tree Trunk choppa yea that bitch stick n poke
I know they hating we got them all mad
Stupid little they going out sad
Lil Stunna and Fiji we get to the bag
Pull out the Ford we doing the dash
Diamonds they shine on my chest an my arm
Bust down the pound im smoking on strong
Stand on my money im 80 feet long
Ran up a sack gave that shit to my mom
Keep some homies with me in the coupe
Out the window screaming out suu whoop
Keep a tool with me in the booth
Bad bitch sucked me up with no tooth
Aye these bitches want dick thats a fact
Tarpon the city put that on the map
If he talk down leave him on his back
Do a drive by hit him with a mac aye
I just be stacking and counting these digits
Ya money a midget
My brother he whipping all up in the kitchen
Stunna lil Stunna I ball like a piston
Pow pow pow
Bitch
Pow pow pow
Ya
Oh he be snapping?
Pow
Pow pow
Ya
I just be stacking and counting these digits
Ya money a midget
My brother he whipping all up in the kitchen
Stunna lil Stunna I ball like a piston
Yea that shit smelling like wow
Choppa sounding like pow pow pow
Smoke em like a black n mild
Knock his head watch him slouch
That nigga garbage like grouch
Put the Brick up in the couch
12 coming don't make a sound
We gotta hide all the pounds
We rolling up all the loud
Now catch me at rolling loud
Watch how I jump in the crowd
All the bitches going wild
They trynna fuck on my style
Two watches but nah I'm not blue
Yea I'm counting up the blue face
But a nigga not blue face
Thousand dollars on my shoelace
So much cash I need a new bank
So many hundreds got 2 banks
2 true iced out like im 2 chains
Get ya money up nigga you too lame
Made her cream like im wu tang
Choppa singing like who sang
Raaa Raaa got him running like Usain
Hot head hit a nigga like Liu Kang
Sadam with the bomb bitch im Fiji Husain
Big body Benz takin two lanes
Bad bitch she a joog she a jiggalo
Kissing my dick right under the mistletoe
Counting that green green green piccolo
I need that cash what the fuck is you tripping for
I am up next in the front you the middle row
45 go behind the back then I finger roll
I set the pick n we pick n roll
Bitch im an artist like Figaro Figaro
Light up ya block like a cigaro
Careful what the fuck you within for
You ain't a bitch what you bitching for
Thought you had cash what you licking for
Tree Trunk choppa yea that bitch stick n poke
I know they hating we got them all mad
Stupid little they going out sad
Lil Stunna and Fiji we get to the bag
Pull out the Ford we doing the dash
Diamonds they shine on my chest an my arm
Bust down the pound im smoking on strong
Stand on my money im 80 feet long
Ran up a sack gave that shit to my mom
Keep some homies with me in the coupe
Out the window screaming out suu whoop
Keep a tool with me in the booth
Bad bitch sucked me up with no tooth
Aye these bitches want dick thats a fact
Tarpon the city put that on the map
If he talk down leave him on his back
Do a drive by hit him with a mac aye
I just be stacking and counting these digits
Ya money a midget
My brother he whipping all up in the kitchen
Stunna lil Stunna I ball like a piston
Pow pow pow
Bitch
Pow pow pow
Ya
Oh he be snapping?
Pow
Pow pow
Ya
I just be stacking and counting these digits
Ya money a midget
My brother he whipping all up in the kitchen
Stunna lil Stunna I ball like a piston
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Writer(s): Savvas Milatos
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