Pouring Wok lyrics

[Intro]
If that sh*t—
f*ck sh*t
(Iced Up Records) (Coupe)

[Verse 1]
I like pouring Wock', and I like f*cking hoes that like to f*ck a lot
Flood the top with chunky rocks, them moissanites is custom watch
f*ck who hot, I’m up a lot, I don't give a f*ck 'bout what you got
Couple chops, it’s double shots, and Aokiki dump the Glock
Beat the wrenches out the sh*t, just take some notes, lil' n*gga, watch
f*ckin' with the other side, already know them n*ggas opps
26 on Rodeo, purrple [?], I'm getting top
Can't be cuffing on no thot, for that lil' ho, she f*cked the block
Out the pot, piece the yayo up like wicks and let it lock
Remod the drop, pus*y n*ggas' face look sh*tty when I stop
Up twenty million, I can't come down Richard Mille Vasharat
Two hundred people smell like syrup, 30 Glocks and Baccarat
Sent the bank teller a letter, I said I’ll never stop
Apply that pressure, bust with steppers, I might buy the devil out
Since they rapping like me now, f*ck it, I’ma sell the clout
This ho say she celibate, don't want that pus*y, I love that mouth

[Chorus]
Yeah, talking right now
Hm, b*tch, talking right now
Yeah, right now
Ooh, I want the money, n*gga, right now
[Verse 2]
Ever seen a million cash standing? Do the math, that’s fifty-eight
Maybach sixty-twos splitzing on the scale, it's sixty-eight
Dirty racks, fixed the truck, the laundry room, the rest in paint
Money long, it take from now to June to count, can't get a break
Bag heavy, still be rapping ass to ticket, different race
Forgis black, but the inside of my Wraith a different race
In the kitchen 'bout to bake, this ain’t no grits, we mixing cake
Got a check, and went and cashed it at my safe, this b*tch a bank
n*ggas hoes, you think they stepping, but the pus*y n*ggas ain't
All this ice around my neck, she see it's shining, b*tch'll faint
Half a ticket, holy water 'round my wrist, ho, say your grace
From the trenches, ask about me on the 6, I'm big as Drake
b*tch, and Gucci
Hundred in that clip, just load it up, let's make a movie
Got a ghetto b*tch, a city girl, I feel like Uzi
Sent her on the road, and stuffing bluies in her coochie

[Chorus]
Yeah, talking right now
Hm, b*tch, talking right now
Yeah, right now
Ooh, I want the money, n*gga, right now
(Right now)
Ooh, I want the money, n*gga (Right now)
(Right now)
(I want the money, n*gga, right now)