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Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Mixmatch Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Money, power, respect, nigga
(Yeah, eat it up, Champ, eat it up)
Hoodrich (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Fly out the dope, Cartier's on the scope
You can stay with the roach, make a play like a coach
Put the gang on the chain when it hang like a rope
I got clean, I got just wash it with soap
Put the money first, all I save up is huncho's
They smell this swag, they gon' eat it like a Lunchable
Try to re-up, you're too late, it's already sold
Dope boy, fresh white tee and some Retro's

[Post-Chorus]
Stayed out, I came up and made it a lot
I wanna fuck, I don't care if she a thot
I'm the highest one in the room, not Travis Scott
Came out the apartments, weren't playin' in the sandbox
Pussy ass nigga, come 'round, want a handout
Fuck all that talkin', I pull up and air it out
Need a Moncler, my chopper can bear hunt
Claim you real, nigga, you ain't nothin' but a cunt
[Verse]
I mixed the Wok and the tek is blue
I got them hunnids, they new, they blue
Diamonds on top of my watch, they blue
Drinkin' that cough syrup like I had the flu
Say you don't like me, who are you?
You be hatin' on the swag, you can't do what I do
I tried to tell 'em I already knew
Ridin' with feelins, they ready to shoot
Boom, boom when that chopper come through
Skrrt, skrrt, when I whip in that coupe
Boop, boop, got the truck comin' through
Wah, wah, back there doin' Kung-Fu
Smokin' peanut butter breath
Damn, he be afraid to death
Fuck you, nigga, I can get it by my damn self
Bitches and weed exotic, give me top shelf
In Maison Margiela's that ain't even came out yet

[Chorus]
Fly out the dope, Cartier's on the scope
You can stay with the roach, make a play like a coach
Put the gang on the chain when it hang like a rope
I got clean, I got just wash it with soap
Put the money first, all I save up is huncho's
They smell this swag, they gon' eat it like a Lunchable
Try to re-up, you're too late, it's already sold
Dope boy, fresh white tee and some Retro's
[Post-Chorus]
Stayed out, I came up and made it a lot
I wanna fuck, I don't care if she a thot
I'm the highest one in the room, not Travis Scott
Came out the apartments, weren't playin' in the sandbox
Pussy ass nigga, come 'round, want a handout
Fuck all that talkin', I pull up and air it out
Need a Moncler, my chopper can bear hunt
Claim you real, nigga, you ain't nothin' but a cunt