HoodRich Pablo Juan, Kenny Beats, Duke - Ruthless feat. Duke

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Yeah, whoa
Kenny Beats
I want that money and I’m on the grind to go get it
Bitch, I’m with Pablo and I’m 'bout to run up a milli
Got all my hood niggas, they in the booth with me
Dap all my niggas 'cause they all gon' shoot for me
She suck on the dick like she toothless
Young niggas with me, they ruthless
We stepping out, we make movies
Hop in that foreign in Louis
They trying to take all the sauce
Young nigga, I’ve been the boss
Take off and run in your house
Hundred-round Draco, we air that bitch out
Pull up and walk in the party, they staring
We just so high, we not caring
Hopped out that brand new McLaren
We not the same, can’t compare them
Double C, drippin' Chanel
He go to jail, he gon' tell
I’m in the trap and I’m running through bales
We just get money and we cannot fail
All of my bitches, they dressed in the latest
Passing the bitch cake
And if I like her, I’ll take her on dates
My ex be dead to me, just like a weight
Every day, I’m in a new different state
I do not order nothing else but the steak
Country boy come in and we call them baked
We on they ass, we won’t give them a break
I want that money and I’m on the grind to go get it
Bitch, I’m with Pablo and I’m 'bout to run up a milli
Got all my hood niggas, they in the booth with me
Dap all my niggas 'cause they all gon' shoot for me
She suck on the dick like she toothless
Young niggas with me, they ruthless
We stepping out, we make movies
Hop in that foreign in Louis
They trying to take all the sauce
Young nigga, I’ve been the boss
Take off and run in your house
Hundred-round Draco, we air that bitch out
I live in the concrete jungle, Jumanji
Diamonds, they look like Dasanis
Smoking gelato, counting money
Blue bankroll look like Sonic
I fucked that bitch in her stomach
I fucked that bitch on the floor
Riding dirty with a hundred
Dirty clip for the Draco
I’m in L.A. with the Loc’s
Me and Duke jumped on the boat
Hoodrich, I don’t fuck with petty hoes
Serving O’s like SpaghettiOs
Got carats, but them ain’t no vegetables
I want the cookies, no edibles
Backwoods looking like egg rolls
Fuck that little bitch, she ain’t nothing but a hoe
Trap with the chopper aimed at the door
Too many rats, put the safe in the floor
Serve you while I’m pulling up for a show
Shoot the chopper 'till my finger get sore
Be like Soprano
Fifty keys in the box, piano
Strip a nigga naked like D’Angelo
HoodWolf, not the animal
Gucci open-toed sandals
Fendi tie on, in the Bentley, getting handled
Fire his ass up, he a candle
Drinking Hi-Tech, we’ll put it in Fantas
I want that money and I’m on the grind to go get it
Bitch, I’m with Pablo and I’m 'bout to run up a milli
Got all my hood niggas, they in the booth with me
Dap all my niggas 'cause they all gon' shoot for me
She suck on the dick like she toothless
Young niggas with me, they ruthless
We stepping out, we make movies
Hop in that foreign in Louis
They trying to take all the sauce
Young nigga, I’ve been the boss
Take off and run in your house
Hundred-round Draco, we air that bitch out