Tre Inna 20 lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Pablo Juan
Hoodrich sh*t
Thirty Six
(?)
Im in the town n*gga
You know w'm saying
You know how im coming man
Designer Drugs Ooh
Yeah



[Chorus]
Yeah Yeah
I put a Tre Inna 20, I like my sh*t muddy
Hundred and fifties and twenties
I got get the money
Staking the money I got to get it
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas they counterfit
I pull up in foreign my window tented
They can't see me in it
I rock the Cartiers expensive lenses ( Cartier's)
I used to serve nicks stacking up the pennies
[Verse 1]
I got a bad little freak she gonna ride with me
(Bad little b*tch)
I got a bad little dime with me (She a dime)
I keep them racks like a dime with me (racks)
Im in the trap serving Bobby and Whitney
Trap the work from Bmore back to the city
I got a 36 that's chicken (36)
Call up my phone better be bout some business
I want the money ain't stunting these b*tches
I put some ice on my neck like a beast (ice)
Ima get rich or die trying like Fifty
Gotta get money I think I'm addicted
Designer drugs im dripping
Cop me a Molly Im tripping (Molly)
We don't drink liquor we lean sipping
F&N Glock with the beam in it
Pop me a perc and I go to infinity

[Bridge]
Pop me a Percocet and get in on it
f*ck that lil b*tch and her friends
( f*ck that lil b*tch)
Drink to much lean and f*ck up kidneys
(Drink to much lean)
Everywhere I go the strap with me
Got bad b*tches with the ass and the titties
Got racks on me when I come to your city
Givenchy shirt and my shoes they Christian
I got a Rollie and no its not ticking
[Chorus] Pablo Juan, 36NoKutz
I put a Tre Inna 20, I like my sh*t muddy
Hundred and fifties and twenties
I got get the money
Staking the money I got to get it
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas they counterfit
I pull up in foreign my window tented
They can't see me in it
I rock the Cartiers expensive lenses
I used to serve nicks stacking up the pennies

[Verse] 36NoKutz
I made my way with a scale
I might just slide through your trap with bale
Talk bout that hustling you n*ggas be scared
Hop out that b*tch with with the doors in the air
Nina on me with the red infrared
But I still be counting blue faces
Ain't got no choice but to chase it
b*tch Im the one like The Matrix
Hundreds and fifties and twinkies
Get out of line leave you stinking
I need that money Im fiending
And I don't let nothing between it (damn)
And Im so fresh and so high
I must be stunting for Jesus (aye)
4 in that cup and Im leaning
f*ck her till she paraplegic (yeah)
[bridge]
f*ck her so good I leave that b*tch sleep
4 in my cup slow me down when we speaking
Smoking GG out the Fronto I need it
That b*tch ain't sucking no di*k then Im leaving
Got that pack money I slide through your bity
My t-shirt Givenchy my shoes is expensive
Way to much sauce and I drip and Im drenching
All of this sauce is gonna get me a million

[Chorus]
I put a Tre Inna 20, I like my sh*t muddy
Hundred and fifties and twenties
I got get the money
Staking the money I got to get it
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas they counterfit
I pull up in foreign my window tented
They can't see me in it
I rock the Cartiers expensive lenses
I used to serve nicks stacking up the pennies

[Break Down]
(Drink to much lean f*ck up my kidneys
Everywhere I go the strap with me ) x4