SAD PARTY

Pockets fat like Buddah broke my heart inside the uber
G-Got these haters mad, I got them sad, I got them fumin
I be chasing bags I’m so glad I’m not a loser (Yah)
Ay, pull up to the party with my shooter (with my shooter)
Pockets fat like Buddah broke my heart inside the uber (skrr skrrr)
G-Got these haters mad, I got them sad, I got them fumin
I be chasing bags I’m so glad I’m not a loser
Money bags, money bags, money bags
I need em now
I pull up in a drop top
I make your boyfriend frown (I make him frown)
I got 8ths
I got zips
I got pounds (I got wha?)
I can’t hear you
Nah my weed so loud
Ay, you can spot me in the crowd
Like I wear a crown
I want my wrist so wet that I could drown
I like my money green
I like my money blue
How about you
I don’t give a fuck bout nobody except a few