Penny Pinchin ft. Midwest Milly Lyrics

Still saying, exile

Yeah, yeah, yeah

That's raw when you need cash only

These days feel like I ain't never hit my limit

Niggas tellin' what they seein'

Mmm we call that television

These days you gotta keep it square about your business

Keep the L's up out your circle

Man, them niggas get you blended'

I ain't tryna be another rapper rappin' fiction

Cause I know my people listen

They can't hear it in my diction

Chase another comma, tryna dodge another sentence

Man, this shit gotta make sense

Cause we is out here penny' pinchin

The only thing crazy is what I make these niggas pay me

I'm out here re-roccin' that rocc just like I'm Jay-Z

Y'all keep on talkin' about that checc, but y'all too lazy

My bank account with them amounts, that shit amaze me

With all this Christian on my body, y'all should praise me

Boy, I'd do anything for that checc

This feel like waist deep

Dolce Gabbana, cost you rent, but I can't live in it

We see you flauntin' with them bitches, but we been did em

Y'all niggas out here callin' dibs

Y'all puttin' kids in it

Just bought a cuban from AJ and put a fridge in it

Might just put water on your daughter if I slid in it

I'm feedin' bitches 4 for 4s, I'm up a meal ticcet

I'm slidin' Piedmont gettin' topped, she put a lid in it

I need you to call your freaky friend if you got mid pussy

That BBL is healin' fast, I'll be the first to touch it

My bitch been hiding in a designer in a Prada buccet

These days feel like I ain't never hit my limit

Niggas tellin' what they seein'

Mmm we call that television

These days you gotta keep it square about your business

Keep the L's up out your circle

Man, them niggas get you blended'

I ain't tryna be another rapper rappin' fiction

Cause I know my people listen

They can't hear it in my diction

Chase another comma, tryna dodge another sentence

Man, this shit gotta make sense

Cause we is out here penny' pinchin

Ridin' with a dot, barely scraped it out the pot

Big bank rolls, ain't got no dollar for no thot bitch

Hundred thousand dollars for this supercharged cockpit

I'm on go for the money, they need to stop it

Junkies blitzin', man, my trap look like a mosh pit

Ice on my wrist, man, this water got me frostbitten

Turnarounds until they dizzy, we got packages and rizzies

Havin' so much motion, I ain't had time to clean my skizzy

Big bank mank pockets full of Ben Franks

Seven thousand for the matte wrap, it ain't no paint job

Hundred thousand dollars, blue strips, ain't pull no bank job

Niggas tryna keep up with the game, don't quit your day job

These days feel like I ain't never hit my limit

Niggas tellin' what they seein'

Mmm we call that television

These days you gotta keep it square about your business

Keep the L's up out your circle

Man, them niggas get you blended'

I ain't tryna be another rapper rappin' fiction

Cause I know my people listen

They can't hear it in my diction

Chase another comma, tryna dodge another sentence

Man, this shit gotta make sense

Cause we is out here penny' pinchin