Pouring Codeine lyrics

[Intro]
Abso-lutely

[Verse]
All you n*ggas act like hoes, 'cause you know I got yo' ho
I be counting up my rolls, give a damn about a ho
See the cops I gotta go, 'bout to take a backroad
I be at the Citgo, everything for the low
Taxin' n*ggas out they money, I feel like I'm Uncle Sam
I don't flex for you n*ggas, I be flexin' for the Gram
Took his b*tch then I f*cked her, bet I f*cked her right on cam
Finesse n*ggas out they money, that's exactly who I am
You say you a trap n*gga, you can't even whip a brick
You say you a real n*gga, explain how I took yo' sh*t
Why your b*tch on my di*k? That's supposed to be yo' b*tch
She just want a trap n*gga and she like me 'cause I'm rich
I can never be a ho and I put that on my soul
All my n*ggas on the road, take my chain I gotta blow
I be countin' bankrolls, sellin' bricks by the sto'
I be at your corner sto', catch me by the Citgo
Shorty bad, she so fine, she gon' hop in the ride
f*ck the police they some hoes, I can't even be outside
b*tch, my diamonds, they be dancin'
Boy I'm clean just like some Tide
If finessin' was a crime, would've had to do some time
Three grams in the wood, I can smoke it by myself
Speedin' in a f*ckin' Bimmer, boy your ass gon' get left
I got thirty-three rounds, so I do not need no help
Sprayed the pistol at his face, then I ask him how it felt
b*tch, I'm tryna get designer, tryna rock a big belt
Ben and Jackson are my friends, I don't trust nobody else
I be coolin' in the crib, I been rollin up that dope
All my n*ggas want you dead, so they send shots with the scope
[Chorus]
Po' up that fo', gotta pour up that fo'
Po' up that fo', I gotta pour up that fo'
I'm done I want some more, I gotta pour up that fo'
Po' up that fo', po' up that fo'
Po' up that fo', then I go take your ho
Pour up that fo', that fo'