[Intro: Hurricane Wisdom]
(Bino)
Oh
Oh
Oh, oh, oh, ayy (Ayo, Kjay made that shit again)
[Chorus: Hurricane Wisdom]
I don’t play cops and robbers (No)
Get behind this bitch, I’ll dog you
Ayy, I wasn’t too good at math
On God, I run with problem solvers
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I’m a moneyholic (Ayy)
Dope fiend, I need all that (Ayy)
Who bitch? Leave her fallin’
Gotta go, money callin’
Thirty-four, feel like Giannis (Yeah)
Dirty pole big as Giannis, hey
Niggas broke, that’s beyond me (‘Yond me)
Plenty shots, get on side me (Hey)
Plenty hoes, I don’t party (Party)
In the ‘yo more than Gotti (Gotti)
With the mic more than Scottie (Woah)
Plenty toys, nigga, try me (Hey)
[Verse 1: Hurricane Wisdom]
Ayy, Star Buds, Marley, I smoke more than Marley
I say fuck a Foot Locker, I wan’ go hit Marni (Hey)
Double cup look just like Barney, I live it, you record it
Daytime, I’m eatin’ foreign, nighttime, I’m in a foreign (Hey)
New bitch just got imported, why she think she important?
Hey, whole time, you know I ain’t gettin’ her nothin’, I like my bitches borin’ (Hey)
G5, I’m damn near soarin’
I’m tired, I’m way too beat
Thick thighs, I know you eat
Baby, don’t lie, I know you sleep
Ayy, ayy, when I get home, I just want dome, you already know I don’t beat, ayy
And what you doin’ with all that ass? I say come throw it on me
I know you know what I mean
Got plenty hoes and plenty cash, life ain’t nothin’, blew the fee
I hope you know that I don’t
[Chorus: Hurricane Wisdom]
I don’t play cops and robbers (No)
Get behind this bitch, I’ll dog you
Ayy, I wasn’t too good at math
On God, I run with problem solvers
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I’m a moneyholic (Ayy)
Dope fiend, I need all that (Ayy)
Who bitch? Leave her fallin’
Gotta go, money callin’
Thirty-four, feel like Giannis (Yeah)
Dirty pole big as Giannis, hey
Niggas broke, that’s beyond me (‘Yond me)
Plenty shots, get on side me (Hey)
Plenty hoes, I don’t party (Party)
In the ‘yo more than Gotti (Gotti)
With the mic more than Scottie (Woah)
Plenty toys, nigga, try me (Hey)
[Verse 2: Polo G]
Penthouse, hotel party, got killers in your lobby
All my lil’ bros’ll wet your block, we turn your shit tsunami
Ten racks to fix her body, now this lil’ bitch my Barbie
Forever locked in with my clique, lil’ Too Turnt ‘nem my army
Bossed up with my foot up, and I’m not alone, I got my switch
Niggas be tryna push up ’cause we off and on, that’s still my bitch
Lot of shit got shook up, now it’s too far gone, I cannot fix
Prayin’, then I look up, shit, I can’t condone nothin’ on my list, uh
Chase rats like Tom and Jerry, face splat, your body carried
And now them highlights on the news, they makin’ commentary
I’ll spin your block, don’t dare me, won’t send no shots, he scary
I vow to never leave my gun, me and my Glock, we married
[Chorus: Hurricane Wisdom]
Ayy, I don’t play cops and robbers (No)
Get behind this bitch, I’ll dog you
Ayy, I wasn’t too good at math
On God, I run with problem solvers
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I’m a moneyholic (Ayy)
Dope fiend, I need all that (Ayy)
Who bitch? Leave her fallin’
Gotta go, money callin’
Thirty-four, feel like Giannis (Yeah)
Dirty pole big as Giannis, hey
Niggas broke, that’s beyond me (‘Yond me)
Plenty shots, get on side me (Hey)
Plenty hoes, I don’t party (Party)
In the ‘yo more than Gotti (Gotti)
With the mic more than Scottie (Woah)
Plenty toys, nigga, try me (Hey)
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