Left Hand

[Intro:] Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa [Chorus:] [x2] I don’t have an ego but my money do (my money do) And I don’t have a big mouth but my money do (my money do) And I don’t like to show out but my money do (my money do) I got so many zeros I can bury you (bury you) [Verse 1:] Call that ballin I call dat hopscotch Nigga got a lil cash but he ain't’ got what I got No twenties in my bankroll one fifty on my watch Like Dikembe Mutombo get a lot of them big blocks Gucci brought them bands out You brought a lil cash out Offsets they poke out Interior smoked out Homie you a peon I’m riding European Emmitt Smith on the back tier but the front tires are Dion Get the shit for the 17 bout to sell the shit for Keyshawn My wrist colder than freon that bullshit I be on In the club I’m wasted better yet I’m faded Got home don’t know how I made it but the shit all gravy [Chorus] [x2] [Verse 2:] When I’m pickin up weight I need a personal trainer My money got it’s on fuckin personal trainer I’m in the club throwin hun done’s Smokin outta onions Garlic bread inside paint like lasagna Gucci be fresh like first day of school Diamonds drippin wet it’s like they pushed me in the pool Makin paper airplanes outta hunnids what i do {?} Ace of Spades like it bottled water to the crew Excuse me let me introduce myself they call me Gucci And all my kicks they be the flyest call me Bruce Lee And I don’t talk my money do the talkin usually Im super chillin but my money be the rudest Chorus [x2]