Tory Lanez - Wooden Beads Lyrics

Canada you know the wooden beads
Uh, Swavey, baby

Hola how you do me
This that Polo with that Louis
I'm Pacino in this bitch and
You Manolo in that movie
This that Uzi, I'm no thug
No bitch can't use me, i'm no drug
But I put that toolie to your mug
Hot as a two-piece to your tongue
Canada conglomerate
Blammers I've got on my back
You ain't gotta go to the zoo
To see where them llamas at
Put them 24s on my coupe
It look like I'm tryna stack
Higher than a pile at the laundromat, Swavey
I be stackin' books
So I'm a time-is-money author
Please don't hit my phone
Unless that thing a money offer
I be ballin' so hard that my
Name fill the whole roster
I can never go to jail 'cause
Boy I own a law firm
Bitch, I got that twista in my swisha
This the shit to hit ya frame
Until you niggas get the picture
I just hit 180 on my jigsaw
That's your lady? She my bitch
Look I'm so mixed up, where my fix-up?
Hola, cómo está? Spanish women on my jock
Spend so much guap at the club that they
Had to ban me from the spot
I live in Miami where it's hot
And I get in them panties, where your spot?
I be sippin' that liquor that
Put me inside the
Position to get me to gettin' that guap, boy
Hop in my delorous-lorious, y'all
Niggas should forfeit, forfeit
My new chick is so bad, so bad
She used to be your bitch, your bitch
Hear you haters talkin', but I just ignore it
My money, my lady, she overweight
I feel like I'm Norbit

Don't take a picture, take a look at me
Boy, I goes hard, this my wooden beads
Hatin' on money, you couldn't be
Oh and I'm so sick, these niggas sick of me
Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me
Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me
Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me
Boy, I goes hard, this my wooden beads

Back in this bitch and I'm packin' a fifth
And I'm ready for action, you actin' the ish
And you talkin' that trash
It's a smack to your lips
I don't give a f*ck 'bout it
I'm packin' a clip
That'll give you that static
With that automatic
I let niggas have it who's
Back in that ratchet despite all the havoc
I have what you lackin'
You assholes, fastfo'd
Rewind, now we are on me time
Niggas got them pies and I ain't
Talkin' 'bout them Key Limes
Ooh, I'm sayin' this more than two times
Sayin' this more than two times
Thousand-thousand-thousand dollar necklace
Out of Dubai
Look up in the sky and you would
See me if I flew by put that 22 right to the
Middle of your two eyes
If you in the building, bitch
Meet the new guy
If you in the building, bitch
Meet the new guy
Oh you love me? Me too, I'm ridin' with no G2
I just call her up before I beat it
Get her pre-juiced
Tryna get this cash but if I smash
She can be loose
I'm too busy bein' me, so f*ck tryna be you
Swavey

Don't take a picture, take a look at me
Boy, I goes hard, this my wooden beads
Hatin' on money, you couldn't be
Oh and I'm so sick, these niggas sick of me
Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me
Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me
Aww, Swavey, these niggas sick of me
Boy, I goes hard, this my wooden beads

Ay, ay Jae Fresco, ay, ay
Ay Jae Fresco give these
Niggas a f*ckin' year supply
Of thermometers, some Tylenol
And some robitussin these niggas
Sick of us nigga yeah, Swavey
Canada and I say that to
The death, nigga, uh yo Cirraco
Take my beat out man
I don't want these niggas loopin' it