Exterminator on that main floor, you niggas know what I came for
Beam em for his life, but his head is what I aim for
Pull up to the scene, it's yellow tape, but it's a case closed
Money motion business, when I call, it's like a payphone
Steady sippin' wacky, double cup, throw in the Faygo, I done walked through hoods that niggas swear they say I can't go
Pull up on that nigga, walk him down, I'm on that doggy shit, never turning fades, I'm whoopin' ass just like Karate Kid
Nigga is opp, reload the Glock and then we poppin' em
223s, don't f*ck with me or else we droppin' em
AMG or a scat pack, nigga, you ain't stoppin' em
Bloody on that skit, they still cleanin', brodie moppin' em
Yeah, and I'm trophy'd up we on the way to the top and they ain't stoppin' us
It was people on my side, they switched up
I stay down through this shit, I won't let up Stayed down, rainy days, had to stack a bankroll
I won't stop hustlin' till I get my neck froze
I'm gettin' to a check, bae, I don't do phones
You cheat on me, you cheat, it don't bother me
I can have a ho, beat you up, her name Ivory
Shittin' on my haters, swear to God, I'm on they feed
Keep tryna keep up, but ain't cold as me
The name jPenn! I'll crash out, on any beat
Money come and go, I need some more, so money, follow me
Smokin' by the pound, straight from the ground, I'm smokin' broccoli
Told her I need all the chip, I'm runnin' shit like Monopoly
Niggas don't even question bout a fade, I fold shit properly
Countin' paper, fingers hurtin', niggas got them paper cuts
Fly as the f*ck, call Dior to keep my taper up
Niggas lip boxin', IRL but they ain't fadin' none
If you ain't strictly bought a bag, then you ain't chasin' none
And I gotta keep my pockets thick, chasin' all the plays down like my name Dominic
Gotta get to it, I remember bein' broke and shit
Stay down off the gang, now we all gettin' stupid rich
Stay down off the gang, now we all gettin' stupid rich
Stay down off the gang, now we all gettin' stupid rich
Countin' paper, fingers hurtin', niggas got them paper cuts
Fly as the f*ck, call Dior to keep my taper up
Niggas lip boxin', IRL but they ain't fadin' none
If you ain't strictly bought a bag, then you ain't chasin' none
JPenn - Stupid Rich (feat. FK J-R) Lyrics
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Exterminator on that main floor, you niggas know what I came for
Beam em for his life, but his head is what I aim for
Pull up to the scene, it's yellow tape, but it's a case closed
Money motion business, when I call, it's like a payphone
Steady sippin' wacky, double cup, throw in the Faygo, I done walked through hoods that niggas swear they say I can't go
Pull up on that nigga, walk him down, I'm on that doggy shit, never turning fades, I'm whoopin' ass just like Karate Kid
Nigga is opp, reload the Glock and then we poppin' em
223s, don't f*ck with me or else we droppin' em
AMG or a scat pack, nigga, you ain't stoppin' em
Bloody on that skit, they still cleanin', brodie moppin' em
Yeah, and I'm trophy'd up we on the way to the top and they ain't stoppin' us
It was people on my side, they switched up
I stay down through this shit, I won't let up Stayed down, rainy days, had to stack a bankroll
I won't stop hustlin' till I get my neck froze
I'm gettin' to a check, bae, I don't do phones
You cheat on me, you cheat, it don't bother me
I can have a ho, beat you up, her name Ivory
Shittin' on my haters, swear to God, I'm on they feed
Keep tryna keep up, but ain't cold as me
The name jPenn! I'll crash out, on any beat
Money come and go, I need some more, so money, follow me
Smokin' by the pound, straight from the ground, I'm smokin' broccoli
Told her I need all the chip, I'm runnin' shit like Monopoly
Niggas don't even question bout a fade, I fold shit properly
Countin' paper, fingers hurtin', niggas got them paper cuts
Fly as the f*ck, call Dior to keep my taper up
Niggas lip boxin', IRL but they ain't fadin' none
If you ain't strictly bought a bag, then you ain't chasin' none
And I gotta keep my pockets thick, chasin' all the plays down like my name Dominic
Gotta get to it, I remember bein' broke and shit
Stay down off the gang, now we all gettin' stupid rich
Stay down off the gang, now we all gettin' stupid rich
Stay down off the gang, now we all gettin' stupid rich
Countin' paper, fingers hurtin', niggas got them paper cuts
Fly as the f*ck, call Dior to keep my taper up
Niggas lip boxin', IRL but they ain't fadin' none
If you ain't strictly bought a bag, then you ain't chasin' none
Beam em for his life, but his head is what I aim for
Pull up to the scene, it's yellow tape, but it's a case closed
Money motion business, when I call, it's like a payphone
Steady sippin' wacky, double cup, throw in the Faygo, I done walked through hoods that niggas swear they say I can't go
Pull up on that nigga, walk him down, I'm on that doggy shit, never turning fades, I'm whoopin' ass just like Karate Kid
Nigga is opp, reload the Glock and then we poppin' em
223s, don't f*ck with me or else we droppin' em
AMG or a scat pack, nigga, you ain't stoppin' em
Bloody on that skit, they still cleanin', brodie moppin' em
Yeah, and I'm trophy'd up we on the way to the top and they ain't stoppin' us
It was people on my side, they switched up
I stay down through this shit, I won't let up Stayed down, rainy days, had to stack a bankroll
I won't stop hustlin' till I get my neck froze
I'm gettin' to a check, bae, I don't do phones
You cheat on me, you cheat, it don't bother me
I can have a ho, beat you up, her name Ivory
Shittin' on my haters, swear to God, I'm on they feed
Keep tryna keep up, but ain't cold as me
The name jPenn! I'll crash out, on any beat
Money come and go, I need some more, so money, follow me
Smokin' by the pound, straight from the ground, I'm smokin' broccoli
Told her I need all the chip, I'm runnin' shit like Monopoly
Niggas don't even question bout a fade, I fold shit properly
Countin' paper, fingers hurtin', niggas got them paper cuts
Fly as the f*ck, call Dior to keep my taper up
Niggas lip boxin', IRL but they ain't fadin' none
If you ain't strictly bought a bag, then you ain't chasin' none
And I gotta keep my pockets thick, chasin' all the plays down like my name Dominic
Gotta get to it, I remember bein' broke and shit
Stay down off the gang, now we all gettin' stupid rich
Stay down off the gang, now we all gettin' stupid rich
Stay down off the gang, now we all gettin' stupid rich
Countin' paper, fingers hurtin', niggas got them paper cuts
Fly as the f*ck, call Dior to keep my taper up
Niggas lip boxin', IRL but they ain't fadin' none
If you ain't strictly bought a bag, then you ain't chasin' none
Writer: Jaiden Penn
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