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HoodRich Pablo Juan

Everything 4 Sale

 

Everything 4 Sale

(album: BLO: The Movie - 2019)


[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Yeah, DJ Champ in this motherfucker
Know what I'm saying, my diamonds hitting, nigga
Diamonds hitting like they DJ Champ
Hoodrich, nigga
Money, plugs, and guns

I got my mind on my money, got money on my mind
Yeah, 24/7 in the trap, I'm on my grind
What you want? What you need? Yeah, I'm selling if you buying
We got it, yeah, we got all different kinds
Everything for sale, my eyeball like a scale
We'll serve you anything you want, you better not tell
We got wholesale, bust it down and retail
Trapping out the back door, nigga, don't ring that doorbell

Serving the work out the cabinet
I fell in love with the Addies
I was always good at mathematics
I bust it down, scale it, and bag it
Give you extras, you can have it
I'm in Dallas like a Maverick
Thirty clip got me sagging
Traphouse like a cabin
I get the work, I'm the fastest
Eyeball the work, got a scale on my glasses
Come to the trap, we got hired assassins
Whole lot of green, got it hired and grass
Graduated trap, highest in class
Nobody can count it, just hide the cash
Run up a sack, thigh pad
Turn into a snitch, he going out bad
Yeah, a street nigga made a treasure out of trash
I was broke, I got fixed, no cast
Ran off on the plug, no mask
Walk around with a dub in my bag
Yeah, I pulled up in a brand new Jag
Ooh, shawty got too much swag
Hating ass nigga, I can see why you mad
Can't stand these niggas, I'm in my bag

I got my mind on my money, got money on my mind
Yeah, 24/7 in the trap, I'm on my grind
What you want? What you need? Yeah, I'm selling if you buying
We got it, yeah, we got all different kinds
Everything for sale, my eyeball like a scale
We'll serve you anything you want, you better not tell
We got wholesale, bust it down and retail
Trapping out the back door, nigga, don't ring that doorbell

[Young Dolph:]
Stashed a quarter million in the pillow, I ain't lying (Guala)
Then fell asleep on it, now I got money on my mind, ayy
Retro number 9's, took your bitch, made her mines
Cashed the plug out for a hundo, gave him a high five
Rolling up Biscotti, flying in a Ferrari
Selling OG out my traphouse, but I'm smoking Smarties (Trap)
Twenty bitches in New York and all of 'em exotic
Shitting on you niggas on purpose, I can't say I'm sorry (It's Dolph)
Jumped up out the Benz, left it running (Skrrt)
Look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Hey)
Copped the bags in Cali, then I sent 'em to the country (Trap)
Front 'em to my nigga while I go shopping in London, hey, hey

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I got my mind on my money, got money on my mind
Yeah, 24/7 in the trap, I'm on my grind
What you want? What you need? Yeah, I'm selling if you buying
We got it, yeah, we got all different kinds
Everything for sale, my eyeball like a scale
We'll serve you anything you want, you better not tell
We got wholesale, bust it down and retail
Trapping out the back door, nigga, don't ring that doorbell

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