‎poochie gown lyrics

by

Young Stoner Life


[Intro: Gunna & Young Thug]
(Southside on the track, yeah)
All facts, n*gga, know what I'm sayin'?
No rap cap (Metro)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I got a bad b*tch in my penthouse right now (Right now)
She got on a Pucci gown, ready to get piped down (Piped down)
I stash nine hundred thou' in case I get a dark cloud (Cloud)
No way we goin' down, money stretch a thousand miles (Thousand miles)

[Verse 1]
The richest on the South (South)
I got ten karats on my finger, this sh*t cost a house (Bling)
My shorty say, "You too much for me," I'm like, "Baby, how?" (Baby, how?)
You wavy, too turned up and rich, ain't got no kids or spouse (Wavy, spouse)
And crazy, boss up a lil' b*tch, I pushed then kick her out (Kick her out)
Metro with the stеms (Metro)
If he say, it's trim (Trim)
High above thе rim
I can't f*ck with Freddie Gibbs (No)
n*ggas tellin' fibs (Fibs)
Rich kids try to get next to me, you know your chances slim (Slim)
G5 Gulfstream waitin' on me, I'm headed to L.A. hills (Gone)
Who that tryna contest a G? I promise, we ready to kill (Who that?)
Rolls-Royce like Uncle Phil (Phil)
You n*ggas gotta pay your bills (Bills)
Just like the song, this sh*t got hot, I'm tellin' my shooter to chill (Hot)
Bought a mansion off Papermill (Mill)
I'm countin' these millions, for real (Real)
I'm guarding these racks with a shield
I promise to stay with a steel (Steel)
[Chorus]
I got a bad b*tch in my penthouse right now (Right now)
She got on a Pucci gown, ready to get piped down (Piped down)
I stash nine hundred thou' in case I get a dark cloud (Cloud)
No way we goin' down, money stretch a thousand miles (Thousand miles)

[Verse 2]
Got too much cap on it, lil' boy, you need to cut it out (Cap)
Ayy, that's my twins, let 'em in, this the slatty house (Slatty)
Look at my b*tch, she a ten with a sloppy mouth
Exotic comin' in and out, we ain't gon' never see a drought (See a drought)
Yeah, copy (Copy)
Pop it, n*gga, don't stop it (Pop it)
All the cars robotic (Robotic)
Rich as f*ck 'cause I'm melodic
Smoke that laddi-daddi (Yeah)
Thirty for my penthouse suite, yeah, this the after-party (Party)
Richard Mill' cost three hundred Gs, on time, I can't be tardy (Tardy)
Yak Gotti had the Biscotti so I pulled up with some Smarties (Smarties)
I'm f*ckin' these b*tches, hardly (Hardly)
I bought her the Aston Marty (Marty)
Skeleton Cartier come straight from Slatt, he call it a barti' (Barti')
Slime Lovin' All The Time, yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, I beg your pardon?

[Chorus]
I got a bad b*tch in my penthouse right now (Right now)
She got on a Pucci gown, ready to get piped down (Piped down)
I stash nine hundred thou' in case I get a dark cloud (Cloud)
No way we goin' down, money stretch a thousand miles (Thousand miles)
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