PM Lyrics

I’m tryn spend n get it right back

I put my dick in, she had her a heart attack

My pocket fat like a family pack

My pocket fat like a fanny pack

My pocket fat give me heart attack

My pocket fat can’t count all of that

Passin the brick like a quarterback

Hold up I think they gon quote on that

Bitch got a mood for the rolling eyes

I got a mood for jus totin nines

I got a mood for these family ties

I gotta move can’t be paralyzed

I got a mood for jus totin nines

I got a mood for these family ties

I gotta move can’t be paralyzed

Both of my bitches gon tell me a pair of lies

Bitch you gon bang me but not my line

How could I love you or even try.

Bitch you burger n not my type

I got a mood for jus cutting ties

Niggas want beef but forgot the fries

We lay them down boy I swear they dyin

I had a group date w triple dimes

Curry a thirty I’m shooting that shit like I’m Poole

Champion, champion, champion, champion…. Huh, Champion, Bump future too

I got a bitch got the mood for tunes

Me n the squad OG like the looney tunes

Bitch if you lose me I bet you go looney too …

I’m tryn spend n get it right back

I put my dick in, she had her a heart attack

My pocket fat like a family pack

My pocket fat like a fanny pack

My pocket fat give me heart attack

My pocket fat can’t count all of that

Passin the brick like a quarterback

Hold up I think they gon quote on that

Bitch got a mood for the rolling eyes

I got a mood for jus totin nines

I got a mood for these family ties

I gotta move can’t be paralyzed

I got a mood for jus totin nines

I got a mood for these family ties

I gotta move can’t be paralyzed

From the East coast to the west coast , maybe Japan

From the East coast to the west coast, Gettin that pussy wherever I land (Again!)

From the East coast to the west coast, maybe Japan

From the East coast to the west coast, getting that pussy wherever I land

Two tone w the roof gone I’m 2on

Wooosa w no coola I’m too calm

Jeweler, Rick the Ruler, what you want

Two tone w the roof gone I’m toooooo…..

Faded for internet

Pass out to bitches, not into that

Brand new whip, no not the starter pack

Most of my bitches not into that

Pop her a pill now she into that

Took her off pills I’m not into that

Pay your own bills girl that’s major cap

She jus doing nails n a sugar dad (fuck it)

Pass out to bitches not into that

I’m tryn spend n get it right back

I put my dick in, she had her a heart attack

My pocket fat like a family pack

My pocket fat like a fanny pack

My pocket fat give me heart attack

My pocket fat can’t count all of that

Passin the brick like a quarterback

Hold up I think they gon quote on that

Bitch got a mood for the rolling eyes

I got a mood for jus totin nines

I got a mood for these family ties

I gotta move can’t be paralyzed

I got a mood for jus totin nines

I got a mood for these family ties

I gotta move can’t be paralyzed