Money On Fleek

(Album: Rich Hood - 2018)

I like my bitches thick
I like my money on fleek
Pop a Xan, don't go to sleep
Get on that molly, that X, get geeked
All of my bitches are freaks
All of my diamonds, they water like seas
Everyday, I put designer on my feet
Smoke out the pound of the cookies and leaves
I like my money real crispy
Pour a four in Hitech and I mixed it
Keep the cash in the back with me like I missed it
The lean, the Percs, the Xans, prescriptions
You say you a Muslim, then why you wear Christians?
I put the Dior on like the old-school Pistons
Rocking Louis and Gucci, mix it
Make a movie with a video vixen

Yeah, dressing like I just got styled by Ian
Hoes chasing me like I got warrants, I'm fleeing
Chasing with Cartiers, switched out the lens
Your bitch, she a freak, she got fucked in the Benz
Copped a Christian Louboutin for every cent
Popped me a Xan, geeked up again
Everywhere I go, I got racks like a ten
I got water dripping on me
Just got out the shower
I'm on them Percs for that bitch for an hour
Ghost, not Jamie in Power
Call me 'Blo, I'm the one that gave her the powder
I put the dick in her [?]
Switching up the foreign, these ain't no rentals
I got hard work, make it look so simple
Fuck that, I totally left here with incidentals
I like exotic women, cars, and weed
Make your baby momma breastfeed
Getting money, that's my destiny
I get geeked up on that ecstasy
Trap going hard for my dope cooking recipe
Smoke out a pound of the cookies and grabba leaves
You a pussy, you can't stand next to me
I got stripes, make a call like the referee

I like my bitches thick
I like my money on fleek
Pop a Xan, don't go to sleep
Get on that molly, that X, get geeked
All of my bitches are freaks
All of my diamonds, they water like seas
Everyday, I put designer on my feet
Smoke out the pound of the cookies and leaves
I like my money real crispy
Pour a four in Hitech and I mixed it
Keep the cash in the back with me like I missed it
The lean, the Percs, the Xans, prescriptions
You say you a Muslim, then why you wear Christians?
I put the Dior on like the old-school Pistons
Rocking Louis and Gucci, mix it
Make a movie with a video vixen

We shooting at niggas, we ain't doing no dissing
Fucking bitches, we ain't doing no kissing
Everything that I wear is expensive
I don't wanna fuck, I just want your dentures
Ice on my neck, got it cold like the winter
Frostbite pinky ring, thats like December
Lions all over my Gucci like Simba
Fuck on your bitch, treat her just like a rental
You can [?] how I wake up and dress
Pour us a four of that Hitech
I can put ice in my cup from my neck
I came in the foreign, gon' make her wet
Left the jeweler with a pool party
Selling white girl for the younging, iCarly
VS1 diamonds, they clear like Bacardi
Fly nigga, I be walking hardly
Hoodrich, I been that since [?]
Strapped like the military, I'm the Sargeant
He a plate, he don't know he a target
Diamonds hitting like [?]
She gon' ride it like it's a Ferrarri
My niggas one hundred, we ain't never sorry
Fuck if you like me, I'ma get it regardless
I go to Cali and smoke out the forest