Pick Me ft. Yg Teck Lyrics

I been put up me a hunnit racks

Might go buy a a hunnit straps

Nigga never hit the jeweler trim no they can't talk about that

Pop out sell 150 pounds It's time to double back Teach you how to run up Racks

I come from the fuckin trap

Doing 120 in a 60 None these niggas fuckin with me Boy you know these streets get tricky

How you tote no fucking Bippy

You don't keep this shit 100, boy, you play the fucking 50

Ever since I got some money, all these bitches

screamin pick me

50 in this go-yard duff, what you really know

about hustle

I help niggas out with struggle, I just did that off the muscle

In my sleep, I make a double, how the fuck, I stay so humble

Baby, it's this a moncler bubble, I was out here rockin Russell

Shorty on a different level, I got diamonds in my bezel

I'm the shit, girl, I can't settle, I be with them fucking rebels

We the ones that gave them hope, they ain't rich, they really broke

Niggas must be doin' some coke, they don't really want no smoke

I'm too rich to fuckin play, I can pay to make them pay

Niggas brag about 20K, I done made that in a day

I don't care about what they say, niggas know we paid the way

Baby, no, you cannot stay, I can't keep no fuckin' stray

30 on the Cuban, bitch, niggas want me losin', bitch

Really fuck the music, bitch, I'm just tryna be stupid rich

I ain't fuck the groupie, bitch, you gon' have to prove it, bitch

Diamonds look like rubies, bitch, I be on that stupid shit

I been put up me a hunnit racks

Might go buy a a hunnit straps

Nigga never hit the jeweler trim no they can't talk about that

Pop out sell 150 pounds It's time to double back Teach you how to run up Racks

I come from the fuckin trap

Doing 120 in a 60 None these niggas fuckin with me Boy you know these streets get tricky

How you tote no fucking Bippy

You don't keep this shit 100, boy, you play the fucking 50

Ever since I got some money, all these bitches

screamin pick me

Ten to a hundred and still ain't grabbed enough

Pullin' out the Tesla, I scraped some shit when I backed it up

Knowing she a freak, but I love it, I couldn't pass up

Bettin' on the finals, I'm geekin', I took the Mavericks plus

How much cash you got, I don't know, I just can blow a lot

Thousand dollar sweats, I'ma lift them up just to show the socks

Fuck I care about blowin' five thousand, I can blow a block

Finesse real nigga out, paper oh baby, no you not

Chanel bags and Louie a habit that's if I wanna do it

Thumbin' through it, countin' myself, after my runners, do it

I like rich bitches that come with shit, they can show me

I know how I pick this bitch up, make some shit OD

I been put up me a hunnit racks

Might go buy a a hunnit straps

Nigga never hit the jeweler trim no they can't talk about that

Pop out sell 150 pounds It's time to double back Teach you how to run up Racks

I come from the fuckin trap

Doing 120 in a 60 None these niggas fuckin with me Boy you know these streets get tricky

How you tote no fucking Bippy

You don't keep this shit 100, boy, you play the fucking 50

Ever since I got some money, all these bitches

screamin pick me

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