Gucci Wattz - Junkies Lyrics

I'm a fiend for the money, she a junkie for me
She like to OD off the dick, she miss me when I leave
I got cameras everywhere, cause I know she a thief
I brought my pistol in the party, quick to shoot like Kyrie
I'm a fiend for the money, she a junkie for me
She like to OD off the dick, she miss me when I leave
I got cameras everywhere, cause I know she a thief
I brought my pistol in the party, quick to shoot like Kyrie
I'ma tell you one time, don't try and double cross me
I keep them shooters all around me, like we play in the league
All these bitches in the party, turn sneakin' and geekin
Think I'm finna leave the party, cause these bitches is tweakin
But I gotta bring at least two, three bitches with me
They all surfin' on my wave, like I came out the sea
I'm too flea, I'm drippin' sauce, you can taste it on me
She grabbin' on my f*ckin' pants, she wanna take off my jeans
She a freak, too geeked, I got these racks on me
I think she tryna set me up, but I ain't buy my lonely
I keep my black fo Nicki, right up under the seat
I'm still toting on parole and screaming, f*ck the police
I'm poppin' shit like when you put water on some hot grease
The money callin', I'ma chase it long as I got feet
I'ma double then triple, like to see it increase
Y'all niggas out here really hurtin', money stay decreasing
I'm a fiend for the money, she a junkie for me
She like to OD off the dick, she miss me when I leave
I got cameras everywhere, cause I know she a thief
I brought my pistol in the party, quick to shoot like Kyrie
I'm a fiend for the money, she a junkie for me
She like to OD off the dick, she miss me when I leave
I got cameras everywhere, cause I know she a thief
I brought my pistol in the party, quick to shoot like Kyrie
I'ma pop a perky, get me right back in my zone
I ain't answering if it ain't money callin' my phone
Yo, baby, daddy out here broke, steady askin' for loans
Can't be around me broke, that's some shit can't get done
I be out here solo dolo, niggas faker than clones
You gotta beware your surroundings, cause there's plenty Tyrones
Niggas make a fake beef just to get they ass known
That's a way to get smoked, this ain't a game, no joke
I'm only f*ckin' with them gangstas, shout out to the folks
I came home and ran it up, they thought it was a hoax
Now all these bitches on my dick, but I don't want none these hoes
You know how the game goes, these bitches tryna get choked
I'm a fiend for the money, she a junkie for me
She like to OD off the dick, she miss me when I leave
I got cameras everywhere, cause I know she a thief
I brought my pistol in the party, quick to shoot like Kyrie