Music : Taurus Tremani Bartlett/Wisdom Olouawi
[Intro: Hurricane Wisdom]
(Bi-Bi-Bino-Bino-Dino)
Uh
Uh
Uh, uh, uh (Ayo, Kjay, make that shit [beam?])
[Chorus: Hurricane Wisdom]
Ayy, I don't play cops and robbers (No)
Get behind this bitch, I dog you
I wasn't to good at math
On God, I run with problem solvers
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (Alright)
Dope fiend, I need all that (All that)
Who bitch? Leave her fallin' (Woah)
Gotta go, money callin' (Oh woah)
Thirty-four feel like Giannis (Yeah)
Dirty pole big as Giannis, hey
Niggas broke, that's beyond me ('Yond me)
Hundred shots, get on side me (Hey)
Hundred hoes, I don't party (Party)
In the 'yo more then Gotti (Alright)
With the mic more than Scottie (Woah)
Plenty toys, niggas try me
[Verse: Hurricane Wisdom]
Hey, starbuds in a Marley
I smoke more then Marley
I say, "**** a Foot Locker"
I want, go hit Marni (Hey)
Double cup look just like Barney (Hey)
I live it, you record it
Day time in a foreigns
Night time, I'm in a foreign (Hey)
New bitch just got imported
Why she think she important? (Hey)
Whole time you know I ain't givin' her nothin'
I like my bitches borin' (Hey)
G5, I'm damn near soarin' (Oh)
I'm tired, I'm way too beat (Oh)
Thick thighs, I'm already knowin' you eat
Baby, don't lie, I know you sleep
Ayy, ayy, when I get home, I just want dome
You already know I'm beat (Bi-Bi-Bino)
Baby, what you doin' with all that ass?
I said, "Come and throw it on me"
I know you know what I mean
Got plenty hoes and plenty cash
Life ain't nothin' but a fee (Ayo, Kjay, make that shit [beam?])
I hope you know that I don't
[Chorus: Hurricane Wisdom]
I don't play cops and robbers (No)
Get behind this bitch, I dog you
I wasn't to good at math
On God, I run with problem solvers
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (Alright)
Dope fiend, I need all that (All that)
Who bitch? Leave her fallin' (Woah)
Gotta go, money callin' (Oh woah)
Thirty-four feel like Giannis (Yeah)
Dirty pole big as Giannis, hey
Niggas broke, that's beyond me ('Yond me)
Hundred shots, get on side me (Hey)
Hundred hoes, I don't party (Party)
In the 'yo more then Gotti (Alright)
With the mic more than Scottie (Woah)
Plenty toys, niggas try me
[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 turn in my arm
Bus stop 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 none on my list, uh
Chase rats like Tom & Jerry, face splat your body carry (Bi-Bi-Bino)
And now them highlights on the news, they makin' commentary
I spin your block, don't dare me, won't send no shots, he scary
I'm vow to never leave my gun, me and my Glock, we married (Ayo, Kjay, make that shit [beam?])
[Chorus: Hurricane Wisdom]
Ayy, I don't play cops and robbers (No)
Get behind this bitch, I dog you
I wasn't to good at math
On God, I run with problem solvers
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (Alright)
Dope fiend, I need all that (All that)
Who bitch? Leave her fallin' (Woah)
Gotta go, money callin' (Oh woah)
Thirty-four feel like Giannis (Yeah)
Dirty pole big as Giannis, hey
Niggas broke, that's beyond me ('Yond me)
Hundred shots, get on side me (Hey)
Hundred hoes, I don't party (Party)
In the 'yo more then Gotti (Alright)
With the mic more than Scottie (Woah)
Plenty toys, niggas try me