Hoodrich Pablo Juan – God Damn

Beat up the pot like I’m playing Tekken
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
[Chorus]
I ain’t got no time for these thots and these peasants
I got some bitches that’s white like vanilla
I could count cash fast
I spread like the old man that you piss
She cute, she having a hand
VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
Send my money, give her twenty to [?]
Roll up gelato, three grams
I’m rocking Louis like I could play Chess

Send my money, give her twenty two grams
[Chorus]
Foreign with 230 on the dash
Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
She got a fat ass, goddamn
Gucci bag with the .38 special
[Verse 1]
Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah
I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
I’m ice skating, got my shooter waiting
Dirty AK with my shell cases
I’m dressing like I’m vinegarette

I, I got the cookies, baking
I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
Cook with that pot like professional wrestler

Can’t wear silver, I ain’t come in second
Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
She know she bad, I got that bag
Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
I bust that seal on that Hitech
I’m drinking lean, not no beer
I got bitches popping up like spam
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Stuffing my pocket with bands
These niggas falling off the map like Sears
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain’t no reason to fear
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
I wanna fuck, I’m impatient
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, strapped up like I was Giuseppes
[Verse 2]
She cute, she having a hand
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
Foreign, she half-Asian
I got bitches popping up like spam
Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
Yeah, rocking Chanels and Moncler
I got supreme on my Vans
I could count cash fast
Everything I wear is rare
Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
Ooh, I make her give me the neck
Stuffing my pocket with bands
All of my bitches, they too sexy
I got bitches popping up like spam
Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
I could count cash fast
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
Roll up gelato, three grams
On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
She got a fat ass, goddamn
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
I got these haters mad, they in tears
My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
She know she bad, I got that bag
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah
I got supreme on my Vans

Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
1017 chain, cop a fezzy
[Chorus]
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Ice on my neck, goddamn

Gucci bag, fill it with bands
She know she bad, I got that bag

Ice on my neck, goddamn
Foreign, I ride like I’m racing
Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
I got Supreme on my Vans
Foreign with 230 on the dash
Outfit, it come out next year
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
None of my bitches is basic
Get your ass busted, ain’t no pussies over here
Foreign with 230 on the dash
Call me PJ like a private jet
She want shit bad, but I got the check
Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
She cute, she having a hand