Bound 2 (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Quilly]
Uh, never that though..
Turn me up. Uh, it sound good
Let me talk to them

[Verse 1: Quilly]
Aw, hold this bundle, count this money baby can I trust you?
I know you gonna want that cherry hill, king of Prussia
You might f*ck another but you'll never find another
Love you from afar, Marvin Gaye; Distant lover
Always on top of the bed, never under covers
Rest in peace to Pimp C, Perc double cupper
When I'm in that pus*y, I beat it up, Buster Douglas
You black but you be actin' white like Uncle Ruckus
My Uncle don't want parole, he rather max out
IPhone 5 and a metro, guess I'm trapped out
Blow up beds, flat screen in the crack house
No maids, pay a smoker, clean the whole crack house
Wash dishes, wipe the bathroom, take the trash out
My white boy be shootin' dope til' he pass out
Big nicks remind you of dimes
Big dimes remind you of dubs
You can even come short, I'm showing you love
Drug free school zone, I flooded with drugs
Damn, I'ma prolly go to hell
Less than a 100,000 I'ma prolly post the bail
di*k sucks from a C.O. instagram in my cell
f*ck the D.A., 5.0, and 12
Just cuz your man Puerto Rican, that don't mean he papi
Just cuz you give me salaams, that don't make you Ahki
[Bridge: Quilly]
Dam, never that though..
Dam, never that though

[Verse 2: Quilly]
It ain't trickin when you got the dough
It ain't trickin cuz I got it though
If I look out, he ain't gotta know
Why Margielas look like Pradas though?
Go find a n*gga with a hotter flow
Go find a n*gga with a hotter flow
But he don't hit you with that proper though
He fightin' it, must be a boxer though
Dam.....Dam!