Pretty

[Verse 1]
I’m one pretty mother fucker laced up dripped up covered in gold
Money in my bags I'm smoking on my fags I make these bitches look old
Make this music so easy that you think that it’s a joke
You not making no money you ain’t got bitches you know yo ass is broke
I got my money up on me when I move
Don’t take this shit seriously I groove
Spitting my game and that shit be so smooth
On top of the game I got nothing to prove
Let em know that you never met a man like me
Floating around in this ecstasy
Can’t help your self when your nеxt to me
Cause I got all them bands and an ouncе of weed

[Chorus]
I got my money bags stashed in the sofa
Your girls got my face up on a poster
I got the pop tarts cooking in the toaster
I’ll take you for a ride roller coaster
I got my money bags stashed in the sofa
Your girls got my face up on a poster
I got the pop tarts cooking in the toaster
I’ll take you for a ride roller coaster

[Verse 2]
I got the money to go but I’m looking for better days
I'm looking around in your mind and that shit be worse than a maze
My momma told me to behave But I know I’m stuck in my ways
The way that I’m sipping this drank it got me feeling waved
My music gives you a feeling you cannot describe
Quit fucking with my brothers quit fucking with my vibe
I’ll easily take you out quick scope with the snipe
I’ll fuck you if you want but you are not my type

[Chorus]
I got my money bags stashed in the sofa
Your girls got my face up on a poster
I got the pop tarts cooking in the toaster
I’ll take you for a ride roller coaster
I got my money bags stashed in the sofa
Your girls got my face up on a poster
I got the pop tarts cooking in the toaster
I’ll take you for a ride roller coaster