Hoodrich Pablo Juan – Money On Fleek

Hoes chasing me like I got warrants, I’m fleeing
The lean, the Percs, the Xans, prescriptions
[Verse 2]
Frostbite pinky ring, thats like December
Copped a Christian Louboutin for every cent
Switching up the foreign, these ain’t no rentals
Everything that I wear is expensive
I like my money on fleek
Trap going hard for my dope cooking recipe
Everyday, I put designer on my feet
I put the Dior on like the old-school Pistons
Yeah, dressing like I just got styled by Ian
You can [?] how I wake up and dress
She gon’ ride it like it’s a Ferrarri
I like my bitches thick
I put the Dior on like the old-school Pistons

I don’t wanna fuck, I just want your dentures
Popped me a Xan, geeked up again
Everyday, I put designer on my feet
Smoke out the pound of the cookies and leaves
Just got out the shower
Pop a Xan, don’t go to sleep
Left the jeweler with a pool party
Diamonds hitting like [?]
Make a movie with a video vixen
Fly nigga, I be walking hardly
You say you a Muslim, then why you wear Christians?
[Verse 1]
I can put ice in my cup from my neck
Keep the cash in the back with me like I missed it
You say you a Muslim, then why you wear Christians?
Fuck that, I totally left here with incidentals
I like my money real crispy
Chasing with Cartiers, switched out the lens
All of my bitches are freaks
We shooting at niggas, we ain’t doing no dissing
I like my bitches thick
The lean, the Percs, the Xans, prescriptions
Make a movie with a video vixen
VS1 diamonds, they clear like Bacardi
Fuck if you like me, I’ma get it regardless
Rocking Louis and Gucci, mix it
All of my bitches are freaks
All of my diamonds, they water like seas
Get on that molly, that X, get geeked

Pop a Xan, don’t go to sleep
Call me ‘Blo, I’m the one that gave her the powder
Ice on my neck, got it cold like the winter
Your bitch, she a freak, she got fucked in the Benz
Lions all over my Gucci like Simba
Keep the cash in the back with me like I missed it
I got stripes, make a call like the referee
Fucking bitches, we ain’t doing no kissing
All of my diamonds, they water like seas
You a pussy, you can’t stand next to me

Make your baby momma breastfeed
Pour a four in Hitech and I mixed it
Smoke out a pound of the cookies and grabba leaves
Ghost, not Jamie in Power
My niggas one hundred, we ain’t never sorry
I put the dick in her [?]
Pour us a four of that Hitech
I came in the foreign, gon’ make her wet
Hoodrich, I been that since [?]
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
I go to Cali and smoke out the forest
I got hard work, make it look so simple

I like exotic women, cars, and weed
Fuck on your bitch, treat her just like a rental
I like my money real crispy
I get geeked up on that ecstasy
I’m on them Percs for that bitch for an hour
Getting money, that’s my destiny
Rocking Louis and Gucci, mix it
He a plate, he don’t know he a target
Pour a four in Hitech and I mixed it
Smoke out the pound of the cookies and leaves
Selling white girl for the youngin’, iCarly
Everywhere I go, I got racks like a ten
Get on that molly, that X, get geeked
Strapped like the military, I’m the Sargeant
I got water dripping on me
I like my money on fleek