Hop$tar - Ándele Lyrics

Bad bitch wit' me
Pop wit' a P
Pockets full of green
Nigga pass me the weed
(Come on)
Rockin' wit' the gang while she Roll up on me
Grippin' all on my johnson, poke Her up like a fiend (yea)
Hop$tar Corleone, babygirl shoot A scene
Make a movie, entertain, and call that shit BET (tuh)
Glocky it's wit' me
Hollow tips, strawberry
Hit the road, hit the A
Freaknik, jamboree
Boy ain't got no money
Broke as hell, swing a V
Grab a log, EBT, I don't pay for Groceries nigga (Hell naw)
Hop going presi', baby vote for Me
Nigga, Hop on some legend shit
Better wait and see (Watch this)
Asshole kid, ah really say what I Mean
Ballin' Willie May
Any given, Willie Beamon (yea)
Blue strip for the eighth
Pink strip for the waitress
Quick trip MIA
Rent a yacht for a day
Who want they ass beat,
I got five hundred on 2k
Fresh as hell for a date
Damnnear three hundred for some sex, nigga
I love playin' spades nigga
I love runnin' fades nigga
I love crisp pape nigga
Shoutout mama Rae, nigga (yea)
Need my money pronto
Ándele, Ándele
I'm rocking Prada bottoms, 'Preme white tee, 'Gamo shades (Naw fr)
Hustle 'til the sun go down
Ballin' til the sun come up
Niggas steady run they mouth
Runnin' up a hundred thousand
Hand out? Naw nigga
Hand up, really ask yourself for Hop have I ever did something
I be laughing, not wit' 'em, at 'Em, cuz niggas really funny
I ain't giving back to niggas that Aint even give me nothin'(Naw fr doe)
Drop a trophy emoji
Doing that shit lowkey
Wifey she from Charlotte, but my Mistress from the I.E. (Just talkin' shit)
You ah be the type to fall in line, Never line lead
Out in LA, palm trees
Hundred dollar wine fees
Used to be ELA 215
Five years later, whipping' CLA 250 (Ain't it a blessin')
Remember ain't have a dollar, Now my pockets stay trippin'
Ain't that same young nigga, no more nice up in my kidneys (No cap)
(It's a f*cking Hop$tar exclusive)