Sucker - Belly

Woah (Ooh) woah (Ooh)

Woah (Ooh) woah (Hey)

Woah, woah (Wallis)

Yeah

Yeah, I wake up every mornin' (Every mornin'), count money (Ooh)

Twenties, fifties, hundreds (Eee), only thing I'm cuffin'

Snow bunny, nose runnin' like she comin' down with somethin'

So broke, I almost cried until I started choppin' onions (Shit is numbin')

It's ironic 'cause I felt it all comin' (Whew)

Then I blew the money, blue money, all hundreds (Yeah)

Standin' on the shoulders of giants, Paul Bunyan

Move to Cali', I been baggin' all the bitches down in Runyon

If we talkin' real estate, I own the real estate (I do)

Fuck bein' real 'cause we can't tell who's bein' real or fake (We can't)

I mean half a mil' is great, I sold that deal in weight (Eee)

Now all my bitches tens, body like a figure eight (Wait)

Lollipop, lollipop, save it for a different sucker

She gon' hit the powder room for a quicker picker upper

I don't love her, I don't judge her, I ain't thinkin' nothin' of her

She gon' mix it 'til she lose her appetite and miss the supper

5'5" my kinda freak

Lil mama's got the drop top parked out front, that's a come up

When she ride by, beep-beep

She such a stunna like a drive-by (Brrt, brrt) kill 'em every summer

She the front runner (Yeah) I know I never love her (Whew)

But if she want somethin', I'ma buy her every color

She got good dome (Yeah) more like rotunda

In the Bay smokin' green, but my wrist frozen tundra, whew

Talkin' strippers (Strippers) I don't gotta tip 'em (Tip 'em)

My liver mad at me 'cause I been drinkin' too much liquor

Let me paint the picture (Whew) we ain't fuckin' with you (No)

Whole squad dressed all black like the reaper

Lollipop, lollipop, save it for a different sucker

She gon' hit the powder room for a quicker picker upper

I don't love her, I don't judge her, I ain't thinkin' nothin' of her

She gon' mix it 'til she lose her appetite and miss the supper

Lollipop, lollipop, save it for a different sucker

She gon' hit the powder room for a quicker picker upper

I don't love her, I don't judge her, I ain't thinkin' nothin' of her

She gon' mix it 'til she lose her appetite and miss the supper