Pot Of Greed lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy (Tony, I can't stand hoes, I can't stand-)
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, she like, "Boy, don't you know who you 'bout to be?"
Twenty hoes at the spot like the Bada Bing!
Had to sort out the lot like it's 'bout to bleed
At the table, I'm playin' my cards right
So the face and the bezel the pot of greed
Tryna act like they swayin' me
How we dodgin', you ain't even my pedigree

[Verse 1]
Ain't no favorin' no ho, I'm a pessimist
On the pose, harder than settlement
Ayy, prayed I been hittin' the road
b*tch ain't a dog, I feel like I'm settlin'
From the block, young was loaded
Now the whip
He my blood but hе hopin' I fell in the way
On two like I'm out of thе element
Hoes tryna f*ck, I ain't even tryna do it
Just hop out the bus, young too up, might need to try fluid
Had to chuck the deuce up, talk too much, I tell a, "Do it"
Had to chuck the deuce up, talk too much, I tell a, "Do it"
[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, she like, "Boy, don't you know who you 'bout to be?"
Twenty hoes at the spot like the Bada Bing!
Had to sort out the lot like it's 'bout to bleed
At the table, I'm playin' my cards right
So the face and the bezel the pot of greed
Tryna act like they swayin' me
How we dodgin', you ain't even my pedigree
Uh, yeah, she like, "Boy, don't you know who you 'bout to be?"
Twenty hoes at the spot like the Bada Bing!
Had to sort out the lot like it's 'bout to bleed
At the table, I'm playin' my cards right
So the face and the bezel the pot of greed
Tryna act like they swayin' me
How we dodgin', you ain't even my pedigree

[Verse 2]
Ayy, ayy, I'll play a role like a specialist, ayy
She know the road, I'm respectin' it, ayy
Can't let a ho know the recipe, ayy
Feel like a russian, he next to me
And that's why he hate me especially
I'm so [?], she don't know 'bout the rest of me
But she feel like she know me conceptually
Ayy, ayy, ain't no ho don't think I got the aptitude
Too much motion, my brodies get active too
I'm too up, I'ma say I can't act a fool
It's a blessing, I'm practisin' gratitude
f*ck the cameras, they give me an attitude
It's a blessing, I'm practisin' gratitude
f*ck the cameras, they give me an attitude
[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, she like, "Boy, don't you know who you 'bout to be?"
Twenty hoes at the spot like the Bada Bing!
Had to sort out the lot like it's 'bout to bleed
At the table, I'm playin' my cards right
So the face and the bezel the pot of greed
Tryna act like they swayin' me
How we dodgin', you ain't even my pedigree

[Outro]
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