Good Wealthy

[Intro]
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
Mr. I still shoot 'em in the neck, birth defect
Mr. I still need me another Percocet
Mr. I know them bitches make you have perfect sex, ayy, duh

[Chorus]
If she pop this perky, work it
She gon' let me know that pussy purdy, worthy
She gon' tell me if that pussy dirty early, hmm
I got a good feelin' that it's clean
I just spent five hundred on some lean, hmm
Good five dollars, purple, red, never green
Punch a seven-foot nigga five times, fuck he mean?
Throw my five up with the other five, I'm on ten, huh

[Verse]
Let me show 'em I ain't never had no ho in me
Let that chopper ring for my team, they can't go at me
Young Skuba Steve, two bitches look like Floetry
Your man singin' to the pigs, why he statin' his poetry? Huh
He a snitch, he a bitch, he ain't shit, ayy
Skuba lit, I'm on tip, and I'm rich, ayy
Put my stick in your chick like this, ayy
Put my thang in her thang like this, ayy
Put that sauce on your bitch, made her switch sides
She ain't never had no ding-a-ling this size
I'd be real if I was lil' or 6'5", huh
I'd never be a fuck nigga in disguise
I'll never change, put it on my gang
We gon' bang, if them niggas lame, we gon' leave a stain, hmm
Peep a nigga face through my Carti' frames
If he play, I'll put my chain on that nigga brain, uh
Your BM think you a bum 'cause you ain't wearin' buffs
Wouldn't give a fuck if you was, still tear him up, huh
Shoot a nigga, leave that boy with all his jewelry, huh
We ain't tryna rob them niggas, they just scary, huh
Talk brazy to my dogs, you get buried
Tell Wuan, tell DT, tell Skilla call Barry
Big 6, Big Rell, they'll shoot you like Jerry
We don't care about no CC-dubs, them hammers, we gon' carry
We'll blow a nigga down like a 'bow of Larry, huh
Pull up in a tank, Big Squad military
Set-up ho act like a virgin, pop her cherry
Eat a bad bitch pussy and some good wealthy
She got tats like me, coochie look healthy
Huh, Louboutin, oh my God, know lil' baby smelled me
See an opp, make him die, you ain't gotta help me
Faygo pop, eight of Wock', look like grape jelly, huh
I got murder on my mind, no, I ain't Melly, huh
I ain't tryna buy the pounds if they ain't smelly
I'd do life for the squad 'cause I hate tellin'
He got money, but he soft, that's what he ain't yellin', huh
Ain't no niggas on my side if they ain't felons, huh
Same niggas on my side 'cause they ain't jealous
The plug fuck around and get robbed for what he ain't sell us
We ain't 'bout to fuck on no bitch if they ain't let us, duh
Got the Drac', it's gon' shoot
Ain't gon' wait, it's gon' ooh
Got no patience for you, huh
Hmm, put your face in the news
Shell cases at your place
Where you stay, make you move, huh
If you see me fightin' an ape in the zoo
Help the ape, 'cause that ain't what it's gon' take to make me lose to him
Hmm, nah, it ain't no way we can lose
Hit the K with the blues, bitch, you know I'm in my groove, ayy

[Chorus]
If she pop this perky, work it
She gon' let me know that pussy purdy, worthy
She gon' tell me if that pussy dirty early, hmm
I got a good feelin' that it's clean
I just spent five hundred on some lean, hmm
Good five dollars, purple, red, never green
Punch a seven-foot nigga five times, fuck he mean?
Throw my five up with the other five, I'm on ten, huh