Pool Party - HoodRich Pablo Juan, Danny Wolf

All these goddamn jewels like I’m having a pool party

Gotta keep the .40

These hoes gon' choose, they all on me

Two snow bunnies coming home from Pink Pony

Three fluid ounces of the Hitech and the twenty

I fell asleep on Xanax, I’ma see you in the morning

Fucked that Pablo Perc, now I’m going to Aroma

Geeking on the molly, eat your bitch 'cause I’m hungry

I’m on Designer Drugz, but you know I still ain’t slipping

Lean, slab, Percocet, prescriptions

I smoked a whole pound of cookie dime, I’m tripping

Bought a pair of Christians and she forgot she was Christian

Too much money, ridiculous

Bands on bands, consistent

Brand new Benz, thin mint

Wondering where your bitch went

He fresh like everyday Easter

Santa got a big bag like Christmas

Too many hoes, I should start tipping

Fuck your hoe on the molly, kick her out, limping

She grabbing the money, you tipping

I’m serving my Uncle Ricky

How many hoes pay for my attention?

Louie Don said the

22 pocket rocket in me

You started it, nigga, I bet we end in

Hoodrich, nigga, this ain’t no image

Real trapper, nigga, you just a gimmick

All these goddamn jewels like I’m having a pool party

Gotta keep the .40

These hoes gon' choose, they all on me

Two snow bunnies coming home from Pink Pony

Three fluid ounces of the Hitech and the twenty

I fell asleep on Xanax, I’ma see you in the morning

Fucked that Pablo Perc, now I’m going to Aroma

Geeking on the molly, eat your bitch 'cause I’m hungry