Green Pringles Lyrics

Your hoe she wanna mingle

She telling me she single

I'm stacking up this money like some fucking green Pringles

I love money

I love money

I fucking love money

I'm flying like an Eagle

Yo hoe giving me Bengal

Got all these dollars all up in my face I can not see you

Pocket full of dubs I ain't never took a L

A pocket rubs Mr. Goldpack you can tell

I met her at a club I'ma fuck it never fail

She say that she in love but I say I wish her well

A bad bitch walking in everytime I hear a bell

1 freak count the money and the other check the mail

I put my money in a trash compactor made a bale

To find a nigga hotter than me have to go to hell

Got money so old that the shit start feeling stale

This one lil hoe so cold I might send that hoe a Zelle

She hit that head it blast got me feeling like a whale

That pussy super wet need some goggles need a pail

Your hoe she wanna mingle

She telling me she single

I'm stacking up this money like some fucking green Pringles

I love money

I love money

I fucking love money

I'm flying like an Eagle

Yo hoe giving me Bengal

Got all these dollars all up in my face I can not see you

I pull up I be shining bitches think I'm Mr Clean

I feel just like a giant fed your hoe some jumping beans

This freak up in my room seen her in a magazine

Table full of condoms, weed, alcohol and lean

I got a skinny bitch she hop on on dick like trampoline

I got a BBW eat dick just like cuisine

I'm fucking up her makeup when she leave she look like Sting

I feel like Derek Fisher cause my hoes come in a team

Your hoe she wanna mingle

She telling me she single

I'm stacking up this money like some fucking green Pringles

I love money

I love money

I fucking love money

I'm flying like an Eagle

Yo hoe giving me Bengal

Got all these dollars all up in my face I can not see you