Poker Face lyrics

[Intro]
(Eazy)
Yeah, huh

[Chorus]
Pull up rockin' fur like Jim Jones, Killa Cam
My name Lil Beaner, I could trap, I could scam
Got my poker face, can't expose, show my hand
I see it all the time, n*ggas opps turnin' fans
Group of solid n*ggas, ain't no phonies in the camp, huh
Grew up takin' chances, that sh*t turned me to a champ, huh
Gotta drink more water, I was f*ckin', caught a cramp, huh
If cuddy text my phone, "LOL," that mean he stamped, huh

[Verse]
It's a light show, pinky ring, diamonds dancin'
Know a couple n*ggas act like b*tches, havin' tantrums
Sometimes I like to drive through the hills, look at mansions
My b*tch say she wanna be down just like Brandy
She say every time I make a pose, shе be mad at me
Puttin' that sh*t on, I be frеsher than a mannequin
Please don't compare me to no one, not your average
If you want a verse, go through Lil, that's my management
Grown man always takin' poles, ain't no panickin'
Real n*gga go through everything, I can handle it
R.I.P. my n*ggas, like that Future song, them my savages
n*gga, don't inhale the wrong smoke, this ain't no cannabis
Probably got more money than your big homie
Pockets fat, lil' doo-doo stain, I got that sh*t on me
Tuck spot, if the boys blurp, I ain't got sh*t on me
Hellcat, bro just went crazy, put a kit on it, yeah
Got a glass house, can see the water, sh*t look marvelous
Couple hundred thou' inside account to keep my daughter lit
Know it's hard tryna raise a kid in this economy
I'ma keep it real until I die, I hope they honor me
And one thing I hate is time wasted, can't get that time back
n*gga fries and let him know he food, can't get behind that
Lil' bad b*tch, she bend it over, I get behind that
I don't chase sh*t, but for that sack, I'm like a linebacker
Outside, man, this sh*t ain't nothin', I'm always ten toes
Got my one n*gga, he gettin' money out a bimbo
Shots fired, sh*t, you never know, check on your kinfolk
Never leave the money inside the trap, the rollers blitz those, yeah
[Chorus]
Pull up rockin' fur like Jim Jones, Killa Cam
My name Lil Beaner, I could trap, I could scam
Got my poker face, can't expose, show my hand
I see it all the time, n*ggas opps turnin' fans
Group of solid n*ggas, ain't no phonies in the camp, huh
Grew up takin' chances, that sh*t turned me to a champ, huh
Gotta drink more water, I was f*ckin', caught a cramp, huh
If cuddy text my phone, "LOL," that mean he stamped