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What's in Your Wallet? (feat. EXZO) Video (MV)






Iampd - What's in Your Wallet? (feat. EXZO) Lyrics
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Haha, aye
PD, PD19, PD-1-9-Y-R-S
Haha, y'all remember Racks?
What if I told you there was a part 2
Aye Aye Aye what's in yo wallet bruh
Don't you worry just know that it's guala yuh
I got racks overloading my pockets bruh
I got stacks and they holding my ceiling up yeah aye
Mind yo business shit is simple
Stick yo nose in get popped like a pimple
My new babygirl smile with that dimple
Leave you dead like it's written by Gimple
I ain't worried bout what they gone say to me (Nah)
I'm that nigga got niggas that pray to me (Oh god)
Bodies lay on you street ain't no sesame
Who gone threaten me who that retarded (Stupid!)
You got shootahs well let's get it started
They make sounds like the 4th at a party
Shooting rounds ducking down nigga hardly
Burn a body like shrimp on the barbie (Okay!)
They like PD PD PD PD oh wait
Now why you niggas getting greedy, and oh
You sounding needy needy needy
You got Hands out like the gross sisters
Count bands make the bros richer
Let the dogs out let em eat and you throw a f*ckin bone at em as a treat
I don't worry bout who the f*ck I'm finna beat
Im the captain yeah bitch im the chief
I won't waste my time on no rap beef
Squash the shit now or you'll have no teeth
Push yo pockets bet I hear a queef
I got niggas nigga's who might pull the triggers on a stupid nigga
Smaller or he bigger
That don't f*cking matter
Imma shoot first cause it's f*ck the chatter, leave the body tattered
What's in yo wallet bruh
Don't you worry just know that it's Guala yuh
I got racks overloading my pockets bruh
I got stacks and they holding my ceiling up yeah aye
Mind yo business shit is simple
Stick yo nose in get popped like a pimple
My new babygirl smile with that dimple
Leave you dead like it's written by Gimple
At the center when it go down
F*ck these niggas cause they low down
Drippin so hard everybody drown
I see the light at the speed of sound
Nia long but the money longer
F*ck a strongman gas is stronger
Wake of dead bodies killmonger
Test me ima monster
Finna go crazy go stupid I lose it
My niggas love violence like who is confucius?
We leave his Head hollow, his brain is acoustic
My brain in the future bend it over backwards
Call it karmasutra, Im a superhuman
Doin shit like nobody else can do it
Breakneck on a tech deck
Put the cash in her bank, call it safe sex
Cock back, Reload, Nigga aint save yet
Call me the avatar, Im in my element
F*ck on a nun, but she swear that she celibate
We take no Ls, everyday time to celebrate
Do it myself aint no time to go delegate
On the way up and i swear i wont relegate
F*ck out my face when i come up no relatives
Too turnt up tryna give me a sedative
What's in yo wallet huh
Keep yo eyes off my pocket you worried huh
Look around don't even know what's been goin on
And this song it just keep goin on and on (Ooh yuh)
This my temple do not enter
Writin rhymes with a pen and a pencil
One more time and i just might go mental
Whippin wraiths but that shit is a rental
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Haha, aye
PD, PD19, PD-1-9-Y-R-S
Haha, y'all remember Racks?
What if I told you there was a part 2
Aye Aye Aye what's in yo wallet bruh
Don't you worry just know that it's guala yuh
I got racks overloading my pockets bruh
I got stacks and they holding my ceiling up yeah aye
Mind yo business shit is simple
Stick yo nose in get popped like a pimple
My new babygirl smile with that dimple
Leave you dead like it's written by Gimple
I ain't worried bout what they gone say to me (Nah)
I'm that nigga got niggas that pray to me (Oh god)
Bodies lay on you street ain't no sesame
Who gone threaten me who that retarded (Stupid!)
You got shootahs well let's get it started
They make sounds like the 4th at a party
Shooting rounds ducking down nigga hardly
Burn a body like shrimp on the barbie (Okay!)
They like PD PD PD PD oh wait
Now why you niggas getting greedy, and oh
You sounding needy needy needy
You got Hands out like the gross sisters
Count bands make the bros richer
Let the dogs out let em eat and you throw a f*ckin bone at em as a treat
I don't worry bout who the f*ck I'm finna beat
Im the captain yeah bitch im the chief
I won't waste my time on no rap beef
Squash the shit now or you'll have no teeth
Push yo pockets bet I hear a queef
I got niggas nigga's who might pull the triggers on a stupid nigga
Smaller or he bigger
That don't f*cking matter
Imma shoot first cause it's f*ck the chatter, leave the body tattered
What's in yo wallet bruh
Don't you worry just know that it's Guala yuh
I got racks overloading my pockets bruh
I got stacks and they holding my ceiling up yeah aye
Mind yo business shit is simple
Stick yo nose in get popped like a pimple
My new babygirl smile with that dimple
Leave you dead like it's written by Gimple
At the center when it go down
F*ck these niggas cause they low down
Drippin so hard everybody drown
I see the light at the speed of sound
Nia long but the money longer
F*ck a strongman gas is stronger
Wake of dead bodies killmonger
Test me ima monster
Finna go crazy go stupid I lose it
My niggas love violence like who is confucius?
We leave his Head hollow, his brain is acoustic
My brain in the future bend it over backwards
Call it karmasutra, Im a superhuman
Doin shit like nobody else can do it
Breakneck on a tech deck
Put the cash in her bank, call it safe sex
Cock back, Reload, Nigga aint save yet
Call me the avatar, Im in my element
F*ck on a nun, but she swear that she celibate
We take no Ls, everyday time to celebrate
Do it myself aint no time to go delegate
On the way up and i swear i wont relegate
F*ck out my face when i come up no relatives
Too turnt up tryna give me a sedative
What's in yo wallet huh
Keep yo eyes off my pocket you worried huh
Look around don't even know what's been goin on
And this song it just keep goin on and on (Ooh yuh)
This my temple do not enter
Writin rhymes with a pen and a pencil
One more time and i just might go mental
Whippin wraiths but that shit is a rental
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Writer: Abdurrahman Razaa Hudson, Eric Geter Jr.
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