IWFYB - Brodinski, HoodRich Pablo Juan

Pull up with the Bentley with the tint

Tom Fords on like I’m Clark Kent

Rollie on me cost three times ten

If I want it, I pay that hoe rent, nigga

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch, nigga

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch, nigga

What you think I bought the Rollie for?

African diamonds, I’ll make her catch the Holy Ghost

I got the bread by the loaf

These bitches see me they start doing the most

Take your bitch out to dinner on the boat

Fuck on your hoe, then I wash out with soap

Lean, nigga, leaning poured up a four

The cookie man at the door with a O

Smoking moonrock, red bottoms, I Moonwalk

Money keep growing like Jack and the Beanstalk

Chopper on my belly, thugging, I’m three-Pac

Fuck on your hoe, then I’ll kick her out

Hoodrich, I got diamonds from the mine

She living with you, but that hoe, she really mine

Spent a thirty on my wrist, it’s money time

Pack touched down, I’m dancing like Showtime

That ain’t your hoe, I got her from lost and found

I’m in Jeffery’s, buying Chanel by the pound

Pull up with the Bentley with the tint

Tom Fords on like I’m Clark Kent

Rollie on me cost three times ten

If I want it, I pay that hoe rent, nigga

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch, nigga

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch, nigga

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch, nigga

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch, nigga

I wanna fuck your bitch

Can I fuck your hoe?

Please, just one time

When I’m through with her, I’ma give her right back

My Hitech poured up, the punch lime

I just had a ice attack

Get the bricks and I let the hood handle that

I got real shotters, shoot a nigga, Mad Max

We just fuck on that hoe, nigga, way back

Anytime I want it, nigga, I can get it back

My bitches cooking up pancakes, flapjacks

Swag come from overseas, nigga, Paris

She a freak, but I heard she got married

Woke up like a dog in the back of the Caravan

Chasing dead guys, ghost, I’m the Pac-Man

Fuck on your hoe from the back with the left hand

Say she want some molly, gave that hoe Santan

Fuck her and walk out the door, I might leave a band

Pull up with the Bentley with the tint

Tom Fords on like I’m Clark Kent

Rollie on me cost three times ten

If I want it, I pay that hoe rent, nigga

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch, nigga

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch, nigga

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch, nigga

I wanna fuck your bitch

I wanna fuck your bitch, nigga

I wanna fuck your bitch