Penny Pincher (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Dumar 1k]
Yeah, n*gga, uh
Grrah, baow
[?], okay
(Gentle Beatz)
Okay, uh, alright

[Chorus: Dumar 1k]
Uh, I'm a real-lifer, b*tch I'm lit outside these instrumentals
Baby, come f*ck with a boss, you so used to penny pinchers
If you spin with us, we ringing to your door like Rent-A-Center
Mickey D's, I got power plays for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Old n*gga, you just talk about your past
Kenny Smith, coming off the vert, my trap jumpin', n*gga
Dennis Smith, I was worried bout a b*tch, that was b*tch again (What the f*ck?)
My [?] throw hands for free, but I still just want the tip

[Verse 1: Dumar 1k]
Straight blues, in my pocket, like a Crip
I need a wheelchair, I've been in the trap so damn much, they think I live there
If you f*ckin' up, and you in that b*tch house, pay the bills there
Even if she got a n*gga, she got ass, I'ma still [?]
Street n*gga, yeah, I got real figures, yeah
He moved out of town to dodge beef, we'll still get him
He was huggin' all on that b*tch while they in the club, he real tender
Send [?] to do it, he get it done, he a real [?]
Sack chasin', sun up til' sun down, this sh*t in my genes
Hit her from the front, and turn around, made that lil' b*tch scream
Can't believe the sh*t I'm doing now, this sh*t was in my dreams
You can't find a n*gga that can show a dub, n*gga, that's on my team
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Air time, they think this sh*t a joke, we get the last laugh
Last [?], we heard smoke, and put that sh*t out that fast
Hundred [?] split it up to 20s, via trash bags
[?], penny-pinchin' ass, spent ya' last cash
Real hustler, when this sh*t get low, I don't panic
I just need another 24, I'm a rubber-bandit
Swervo, I walk in the door, b*tches get frantic
I can change your life, let me lay pipe, I'm a mechanic
I'ma f*ck twice, pull up late at night, and I vanish
b*tch freaky like Janet, might go live like I'm Shannon
Runnin' lights in McLarens, 2 seconds, I'm texting
Here, [?] in intersections, cause my left wrist is chande-lier, ayy

[Chorus: Dumar 1k]
Uh, I'm a real-lifer, b*tch I'm lit outside these instrumentals
Baby, come f*ck with a boss, you so used to penny pinchers
If you spin with us, we ringing to your door like Rent-A-Center
Mickey D's, I got power plays for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Old n*gga, you just talk about your past
Kenny Smith, coming off the vert, my trap jumpin', n*gga
Dennis Smith, I was worried bout a b*tch, that was b*tch again (What the f*ck?)
My [?] throw hands for free, but I still just want the tip

[Verse 4: BLP KOSHER]
Two chopsticks, make the tables turn
That's a 'Saki bomb, poly pocket pistol in my pocket, thats a poly bomb
Ball bearings in your gun, spit fire, f*ck a auto bomb
They let me hold the .9 as a jit, I was a c*cky [?]
I done kicked the door, now I'm signing right before closure
It ain't out of luck, but now my pockets filled with four-leaf clovers
Fake Blood posing, need a donor
That boy an underground rat, and I don't f*ck with gophers
I blew up my dog Triplin, he got PMS (PMS)
I got a twinkle in my eye, might be VVS
And I got people on my side, they might be ZMF
I might let this f*ckin' K-pop, so please no BTS
Them boys [?], cracker shootin' in the grass
They threw a penny at me, threw a Hornady back at his ass
Brodie told me grab the gat, and hit the road, and head to Jackson
Now I'm in Dubai like I'm Dumar, and I came back with a stack
[Verse 5: Luh Tyler]
Yeah, my favorite thing than chasin' cheddar cheese (On God, yeah)
Be tired of f*ckin' with them lames, go f*ck with Mr. Skii (Skii, yeah)
Fifty blue Benjamin's, I keep them in my jeans (Cha-ching, yeah)
Bad b*tch don't even go to church, she in here on her knees (Ugh)
sh*t, I'm smoking on exotic, you ain't as high as me (On God, yeah)
I done turned into a star, wasn't even trying to be (What the f*ck?)
Bring my n*ggas to the table, cause it's time to eat (We eatin' good, n*gga)
Bust it open every time, that's my kind of freak (Ugh)
It ain't 'bout no f*ckin' payment, still got sh*t to say (Shhh)
I feel like Dumar, cause I keep this sh*t 1K (No cap, yeah)
On the road to riches, all my n*ggas on that paper chase (On god, yeah)
I'm a real-lifer, baby, all them n*ggas fake (Facts, n*gga)

[Chorus: Dumar 1k]
Uh, I'm a real-lifer, b*tch I'm lit outside these instrumentals
Baby, come f*ck with a boss, you so used to penny pinchers
If you spin with us, we ringing to your door like Rent-A-Center
Mickey D's, I got power plays for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Old n*gga, you just talk about your past
Kenny Smith, coming off the vert my trap jumpin', n*gga
Dennis Smith, I was worried bout a b*tch, that was b*tch again (What the f*ck?)
My [?] throw hands for free, but I still just want the tip