Back to Top

Conundrum Video (MV)




Performed By: Foolish Ty
Length: 2:36
Written by: Richard Brantley




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
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




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
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Richard Brantley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: Foolish Ty

Tags:
No tags yet