Jbdapothead - FWM (feat. Dj Jayhood) Lyrics

I like that money that fold
It ain't no change in my mind
Been in the streets where it's cold
Heater on like I'm inside
They don't make my shoes your size
Ya height ain't up to my eyes
In other words
You should look up to me nigga
Shit that I do daily
Make me look Bigger
Balencis ran me a few thousand
Got about 40k in these balmains
Backwood full of hightoonz exotic
Oh you broke nigga
Sound like ya problem
The roof gone
I made the world cloudy
Came from crown chicken
To that hibachi
Might pull up
Put some bread in ya pocket Yeah
F*ck with me I'll getcha poppin yeah
F*ck with me I'll get you poppin
F*ck with me I'll getcha poppin
F*ck with me I'll getcha poppin
F*ck with me I'll getcha poppin
F*ck with me I'll getcha poppin

F*ck with me I'll get you poppin
Young nigga hot I'm the topic
I never heard of you stop it
For we pull up wit sticks
And we chop shit
I don't know why but
I'm the one that niggas hate on
Waiting for me to fall off
Get your wait on
I'm the one that millionaires
Debate on run up the bag
Yeah I get my chase on
I be tryna be there for em
But they act like
I'm doing them wrong
I be all all in my zone
And not in my phone
So leave me alone
If you f*ck with us
We get you poppin
I'm toasting you with the pilot
Celebrating from the cockpit
Yeah yeah

I like that money that fold
It ain't no change in my mind
Been in the streets where it's cold
Heater on like I'm inside
They don't make my shoes your size
Ya height ain't up to my eyes
In other words
You should look up to me nigga
Shit that I do daily
Make me look Bigger
Balencis ran me a few thousand
Got about 40k in these balmains
Backwood full of hightoonz exotic
Oh you broke nigga
Sound like ya problem
The roof gone
I made the world cloudy
Came from crown chicken
To that hibachi
Might pull up
Put some bread in ya pocket Yeah
F*ck with me I'll getcha poppin

And I ride for my woes
Provide for my seed stack the doe
Sometimes I don' know
Is that new face a friend or a foe
So I keep a fo
Cant afford to let Anyone close
Some say they gone roll
But I done seen so many fold
And it's up now
Sippin on ace Of spades
Bough another buss down
23 hours back to jersey
Took the bus down
Shawty used to fade me
Now she tryna get buss down
Blue face hunnits all a nigga seem
To care about
Circle got smaller
Me and wody there fell out
I just sent a kite to
My brody in the Jailhouse
Told em it ain't no more broke for us
Shedding tears out
They tryna find my whereabouts

I like that money that fold
It ain't no change in my mind
Been in the streets where it's cold
Heater on like I'm inside
They don't make my shoes your size
Ya height ain't up to my eyes
In other words
You should look up to me nigga
Shit that I do daily
Make me look Bigger
Balencis ran me a few thousand
Got about 40k in these balmains
Backwood full of hightoonz exotic
Oh you broke nigga
Sound like ya problem
The roof gone
I made the world cloudy
Came from crown chicken
To that hibachi
Might pull up
Put some bread in ya pocket Yeah
F*ck with me I'll getcha poppin