Pink Monty lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck you talkin' 'bout?
I don't want no, don't want no city girls
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
I don't want no city girl, I want a b*tch from the 'burbs
I brought ten at Neiman Marcus, I'm 'bout to go ahead and splurge
How the f*ck you get a gun? Back in school you was a nerd
I don't do no drive-byes, I'ma walk up to yo' curb
I took a four to the face, yeah I'm sippin' while I swerve
I don't hang with broke n*ggas, they be getting on my nerves
Hit yo' block by myself, they gone think it was The Purge
You di*k sucking n*ggas wave, boy that sh*t'll never work
Twenty-two on my arm, I might put it on my shirt
.22 in the clip but it really hold .30
I ain't never clocked in, gone be there at seven-thirty
You ain't made enough money to talk to me, you ain't worthy
If I tell 'em that I'm coming, they gon' close the store early (Ha)
Good bricks in the sky and I ain't talkin' 'bout no birdies
This a light forty thousand, tell me who the f*ck hurting?
I get so much damn money, I can't let no b*tch hurt me
Out the window with the chopper, I'll flip yo' car over
I just blew ten thousand, boy, you tryna work over
You ain't smoking real exotic, I'm telling you they got over
Every time you see me, I swear my b*tch a little colder
My n*gga good with his wrist, he gon' get all the hoes
I'm good with my wrist too, I'ma rerock 'til its over
If you tryna make some money, I got like ten different potions
I got so many bad b*tches, got like thirty different oceans
Bought so much damn Givenchy, they done sent me some mo' sh*t
If you take a picture with me, better put it on a poster
Ghetto n*gga with some manners, put my cup on a coaster
We was out here young as hell taking guns off a holster
You a little ass boy, you cannot compete with me
I'm tryna make a hundred K in five days, not weeks
Smoove what the f*ck you on? Six-fifty for a tee
Smoove what the f*ck you on? Five k for a feature
That little sh*t you bragging 'bout, boy, I do that in my sleep
We'll let off fifty shots not aimed at yo' feet
Mix the Wock'y with the red, man, I swear its so sweet
Spent five-hundred on a zip, what I'm smoking ain't cheap