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Foolish Ty - Conundrum Lyrics



Foolish Ty - Conundrum Lyrics




Pockets fat I got a limp
I grew up on 50 cent
I'm gone die or gone get rich
Love no thot and trust no bitch
All I rock designer fits
Ferragamo round my waist
Garçon prints on my converse
Fendi backpack just in case

Just in case I got bring the strap with me
I ain't ever trap this is rap money
Swear like once you get a bag niggas act funny
Feel like DMX what these bitches want from me
Hey ima always be me
Cause I'd hate to be you
I live life in 4D
These other niggas see through
See me I just can't relate
Hopped out a Nissan then jumped in a Wraith
I see a bag then I'm going on a chase
Tryna get rich ain't got no time to waste
These Balenciagas these ain't ASICS
Uh huh
Watch the way I drip that shit ain't basic
Uh huh
Dodge right through your bullshit like the matrix
Need my money now
I'm impatient
Louie V laces
Diamond tennis bracelet
Put that on my right wrist
Movado on my left wrist
Ima ice it out quick quick quick quick
Get my cheese then I dip
Kept it real off the rip
She gone f*ck off my drip
Put the titties in my face
Ima nibble on the nip
Ima dog shorty all I need is kibble and some bits
If you ain't with the shits
You get left just as quick
Got too many on the line
Promise that you won't be missed
I ain't gonna trip
Never worried bout a bitch
Money in my grip
Other bitches on my tip
Ima cut her off soon as she start to give me lip
If it ain't bout money swear that I don't give a shit

Pockets fat I got a limp
I grew up on 50 cent
I'm gone die or gone get rich
Love no thot and trust no bitch
All I rock designer fits
Ferragamo round my waist
Garçon prints on my converse
Fendi backpack just in case
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Pockets fat I got a limp
I grew up on 50 cent
I'm gone die or gone get rich
Love no thot and trust no bitch
All I rock designer fits
Ferragamo round my waist
Garçon prints on my converse
Fendi backpack just in case

Just in case I got bring the strap with me
I ain't ever trap this is rap money
Swear like once you get a bag niggas act funny
Feel like DMX what these bitches want from me
Hey ima always be me
Cause I'd hate to be you
I live life in 4D
These other niggas see through
See me I just can't relate
Hopped out a Nissan then jumped in a Wraith
I see a bag then I'm going on a chase
Tryna get rich ain't got no time to waste
These Balenciagas these ain't ASICS
Uh huh
Watch the way I drip that shit ain't basic
Uh huh
Dodge right through your bullshit like the matrix
Need my money now
I'm impatient
Louie V laces
Diamond tennis bracelet
Put that on my right wrist
Movado on my left wrist
Ima ice it out quick quick quick quick
Get my cheese then I dip
Kept it real off the rip
She gone f*ck off my drip
Put the titties in my face
Ima nibble on the nip
Ima dog shorty all I need is kibble and some bits
If you ain't with the shits
You get left just as quick
Got too many on the line
Promise that you won't be missed
I ain't gonna trip
Never worried bout a bitch
Money in my grip
Other bitches on my tip
Ima cut her off soon as she start to give me lip
If it ain't bout money swear that I don't give a shit

Pockets fat I got a limp
I grew up on 50 cent
I'm gone die or gone get rich
Love no thot and trust no bitch
All I rock designer fits
Ferragamo round my waist
Garçon prints on my converse
Fendi backpack just in case
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Writer: Richard Brantley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Length: 2:36
Written by: Richard Brantley

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