Fish in the Coupe lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh
Hoodrich Pablo Juan, man
MONY POWR RSPT, n*gga
I need all of that

[Chorus]
I'm Mr. Too Much Gold, I pity the fool
Ice on me, cool jewels, I jumped in the pool
Boxes, too many in the truck with the midget
Watch how they move
I go to the border, I'm Tom Cruise
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm plugged in Houston, Texas, like I'm Trae the Truth
Robber turned trapper, I'm a rapper with a W
I'm rapping them up at the W
Give them the bands and they ball, run and shoot
Young n*ggas pull up in old school and shoot through the roof
My last name is Juan, I'm scraping the skrt, skrt
Poof, I turn one brick to two
I'm riding round with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
[Verse 1]
I got some young n*ggas with the dreads shoot like the Rasta
Pull up with no problem
I got a .38 revolver
Too much gold on me, feel like I'm Shabba
Diamonds from Africa, [?]
Only real n*ggas on the MONY POWR RSPT roster
Used to be trappers and robbers
Told all my n*ggas we getting Ferraris
Me and Dre used to trap with an Atari
Candler Road, remember where it started?
Plug n*gga, but I turned to an artist
The hood told me you go the hardest
Don't give no f*ck, I'm gon' get this sh*t regardless
We gon' pull up on them on the Harley
Bricks in the fender bender
I got the Britney Spears
And I got Molly, I got it

[Chorus]
I'm Mr. Too Much Gold, I pity the fool
Ice on me, cool jewels, I jumped in the pool
Boxes, too many in the truck with the midget
Watch how they move
I go to the border, I'm Tom Cruise
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm plugged in Houston, Texas, like I'm Trae the Truth
Robber turned trapper, I'm a rapper with a W
I'm rapping them up at the W
Give them the bands and they ball, run and shoot
Young n*ggas pull up in old school and shoot through the roof
My last name is Juan, I'm scraping the skrt, skrt
Poof, I turn one brick to two
I'm riding round with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
[Verse 2]
I'm riding downtown with Bobby Brown
Fifty bricks, n*gga, fifty pounds
You can come and get it, I'll serve you right now
He taking too long, I'ma break it down
Riding dirty in my brand new Mercedes
Four baby bottles, I'm having them babies
Come down the wrong way, you think that sh*t gravy?
Come with that money or I'll send you to Grady
Whip with the left, hold the pot with the right
Shoot a hundred, bet a hundred on the dice
Kick down your door, I'm a thief in the night
Cut the brick open, I keep me a knife
My homie got mad 'cause I f*cked with the white
No NBA player, I'm dunking in white
Christian Louboutin with different colored spikes
Come jump in my hood like a Thriller, I'm Mike
f*ck with them Percs and them Mollies, I might
Givenchy Rottweiler, my dog gon' bite
Cooking up fish and I add in the spike
I put a four in a one-liter, dirty ass Sprite
I'm a player, n*gga, I don't f*ck hoes twice
Have a n*gga shoot you, that's smoke from a pipe
I married the money, they throwing rice
Got goonies at night like The Poltergeist
Got fish in the coupe and I'm going to Michigan
Young n*ggas shoot, don't think, they ignorant
Keep me a strap 'cause I know I got many men
They faking, these n*ggas scared to be my enemy
I re-up with Andrew and stack all the Benjamins
Practice cooking up a zip like I'm scrimmaging
Having a lot of tree like I'm Timberland
Fish tail in the coupe, n*gga, with the fish in it
[Chorus]
I'm Mr. Too Much Gold, I pity the fool
Ice on me, cool jewels, I jumped in the pool
Boxes, too many in the truck with the midget
Watch how they move
I go to the border, I'm Tom Cruise
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm plugged in Houston, Texas, like I'm Trae the Truth
Robber turned trapper, I'm a rapper with a W
I'm rapping them up at the W
Give them the bands and they ball, run and shoot
Young n*ggas pull up in old school and shoot through the roof
My last name is Juan, I'm scraping the skrt, skrt
Poof, I turn one brick to two
I'm riding round with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
I'm riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe
Riding around with the fish in the coupe