Record Boy - Penthouse Lyrics

Smoking backwoods in a penthouse
Coupe real low I ain't getting out
Big bank rolls on these hoes, I count fetty now
And I'm smoking dro, my eyes low, call me Annie now
Know my money stand real tall so I'm sitting down
Got it falling all on the floor, yeah it spilling out
Girl I'm high as f*ck you should trust I still got feelings though
Remember that I'm all about my bucks, but it's been a while
You cannot be known if you don't match my criteria
I can't have nobody living off me, that's bacteria
She putting on a show, on a show, like mysterio
Every time I leave her home alone she get hysterical
Girl why you blowing my mind with these paragraphs
I got this sauce dripping off like spaghetti now
Why they gotta call all the time, it's getting annoying now
Why you stop hitting up my line like I don't know you now
Twenty on the face on my wrist look like a clock
She want in my whip, told that bitch put it in park
How you fall in love with a bitch with no heart
You wanna count a M then you gotta play your part
She wanna give me top, 'cuz nobody can top me
She say she wanna shop, so I took her shopping
I cop it on the coast, and smoke that shit in Raleigh
These bitches on the Record Boy wave like it Bali
Pockets full I came home to a bitch named Polly
I keep a tech on me and that bitch named Carly
Two seater in the driveway look like a Harley
These bitches getting f*cked up look like they on Maury