MONY POWR RSPT sh*t lyrics

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Hundred thousand worth of jewelery
Real diamonds for sure so you know they insured
They styled up in Designer galore
Used to be broke, but I found the cure
Everytime I pull up, I pour up a four
Bad b*tches like their Lira Galore
You trapping backwards, I just fast forward
Focus in the Ford and the Honda Accord
Everything you want, I got it and more
Back in Atlanta, they know me in every store (they know)
Red bottom walking down to the floor
I take that PJ to France, Bonjour
Freshest n*gga, Fashion Week in New York
Having gas like the Shell by the shore
Doing sh*t n*gga never did before
Money, plugs, and guns, I'm ready for war
Off-white whip like I got it from Virgil
pus*y so good, she make a n*gga fertile
Cut the white girl like the O.J. murder
Platinum cookie roost, color purple
.38, still got this shell like a turtle
Cut like a migo, my b*tch, she a Persian
King me, jump a n*gga like a hurdle
Real n*gga looking to cut a bird
I've been had Designer, I've been splurging
I'm baking the cookies in the honey bourbon
[Verse 2: DrugRixh Hect]
Burnt out the b*tch, in this b*tch doing circles
Big face, Tom Ford, Steve Urkel
I got rich when they said I wouldn't be sh*t
Street n*gga, I would run on the cement
I see it, I want it, you know I go take the sh*t
Dirty stick with a brown clip
How 'bout I be on the bullsh*t
Free my n*ggas locked up, they some convicts
Hoodrich and I'll never switch
I f*ck on that b*tch, now she DrugRixh
Shawty with the plug, buddy the lick
I catch her and that belly gon' go on this sh*t
Designer Drugz, pour a four of this sh*t
I might stop trapping after a couple of bricks

[Verse 3: DrugRixh Pe$o]
Too many hundreds on me, I ain't flirting
Think that b*tch told me she can't get a Birkin
Cooking the lean, the Xans, and the Perky
Colored top, wasn't acting real nerdy
This sh*t is so dirty
You can't hit it, you thirsty
Little n*gga, which one is you working?
Off-white with the journey
Bad b*tch don't do the twerking
I put the forty in her purse
We kept a dub off a birdie
OG James Worthy
Jewels dripping, make her thirsty
All I bet is for mercy
All my the whores know I'm working
[Verse 4: Lil Dude]
We got more guns than an army
Foreign b*tch look like Kehlani
I'm sipping on gin and no Bombay
When I shoot the stick, be alarmed
Chopper bullets, it might knock off an arm
I'm another n*gga with a firearm
You better be humble and listen to Moms
Been off the porch, ask Uncle Rob
I don't need no mask, they know that I rob
Everybody got guns in my entourage
Walk down shoot, we don't shoot from afar
Heat this sh*t up in a rental car
Chanel slippers when I step in the car
Been slipped up, bet you see a star
Remember going to school in a stolen car