Spill My Cup lyrics

[Intro: LUCKI]
I'm at the register, spill my cup (Spill my cup)
Ayy, I'm at the register, spill my cup (Spill my cup), ayy, ayy
Fifty K in hundreds kinda look like nothing (808 Mafia), ayy, ayy

[Chorus: LUCKI]
I'm at the register, spill my cup (Spill my cup)
Fifty K in hundreds kinda look like nothing (Kinda look like—)
Princess sl*t 'til his princess cut
Million-dollar junkie and I look like one
Whatever she flooding, she got it from me

[Verse 1: LUCKI]
We could go shopping, went out to eat
Percs tryna beat me but I'm bobbin and weavin
sh*t, man I'm swervin' them cops when I swerve in the traffic
Too geeked up, tryna hide it with glasses
I had a good one and made her a savage
I still be getting my karma from that
Hide in the Bentley, I ride out a Track'
She be too nice and I ran out of breath
LA to 'Waukee, I'm back to the 'Raq
Really be doin' my heart in this sh*t
Whatever I love, I'm followin' it
I got the lean man thinkin' he rich
Probably the reason he got him a kit
I want Balenci', but denim was Rick
Lie to a b*tch and we lie to your honor
They probably racist, but outta the monster
Live too fast, I'm promised tomorrow, ayy, man
[Chorus: LUCKI]
I'm at the register, spill my cup (Spill my cup)
Fifty K in hundreds kinda look like nothing (Kinda look like—)
Princess sl*t 'til his princess cut
Million-dollar junkie and I look like one

[Verse 2: Lil Double 0]
(Hit the doors) No bap, I pull bad girls, get geeked
If you really got motion, you could never get sleep (Ayy)
(Make a ho text in line, but she f*ck me for free, uh)
Baby, I kept the reciepts (Uh)
(Pardon me, I grew up in poverty, so I got demon sh*t on my soul)
If it's a drought, it's because of me (Yeah)
I walk down with the gun, we creep
(Swingin' through pints, smokin' pounds of weed)
(Metro biscotti, this sh*t—)
Ran it up (Don't love 'em, got on drugs, they got good memories)
(I took off these n*ggas blood and they ain't finish me)
I ain't 21 but I'd spend 'bout thirty thousand to get these diamond teeth (Walk Down World)
You ain't gotta hammer cutting you, you ain't got bust down diamonds on your feet (I got n*ggas just ready to kill, just slime them, beating with the drum, no beat)
(Uh, Walk Down World, nah, this for them streets ho, f*ck that industry)

[Chorus: LUCKI]
I'm at the register, spill my cup (Spill my cup), uh, ayy
Whatever she flooding, she got it from me, ha, ayy
Princess sl*t 'til his princess cut
I'm at the register, spill my cup (Spill my cup)
Fifty K in hundreds kinda look like nothing (Kinda look like—)
Princess sl*t 'til his princess cut
Million-dollar junkie and I look like one
I'm at the register, spill my cup (Spill my cup), uh, ayy
Whatever she flooding, she got it from me, ha, ayy
I'm at the register, spill my cup (Spill my cup)
Fifty K in hundreds kinda look like nothing (Kinda look like—)
Princess sl*t 'til his princess cut
Million-dollar junkie and I look like one