Crash Rarri - Penny Pinchin (feat. Midwest Milly)

Still saying, exile
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's raw when you need cash only
These days feel like I ain't never hit my limit
Niggas tellin' what they seein'
Mmm we call that television
These days you gotta keep it square about your business
Keep the L's up out your circle
Man, them niggas get you blended'
I ain't tryna be another rapper rappin' fiction
Cause I know my people listen
They can't hear it in my diction
Chase another comma, tryna dodge another sentence
Man, this shit gotta make sense
Cause we is out here penny' pinchin
The only thing crazy is what I make these niggas pay me
I'm out here re-roccin' that rocc just like I'm Jay-Z
Y'all keep on talkin' about that checc, but y'all too lazy
My bank account with them amounts, that shit amaze me
With all this Christian on my body, y'all should praise me
Boy, I'd do anything for that checc
This feel like waist deep
Dolce Gabbana, cost you rent, but I can't live in it
We see you flauntin' with them bitches, but we been did em
Y'all niggas out here callin' dibs
Y'all puttin' kids in it
Just bought a cuban from AJ and put a fridge in it
Might just put water on your daughter if I slid in it
I'm feedin' bitches 4 for 4s, I'm up a meal ticcet
I'm slidin' Piedmont gettin' topped, she put a lid in it
I need you to call your freaky friend if you got mid pussy
That BBL is healin' fast, I'll be the first to touch it
My bitch been hiding in a designer in a Prada buccet
These days feel like I ain't never hit my limit
Niggas tellin' what they seein'
Mmm we call that television
These days you gotta keep it square about your business
Keep the L's up out your circle
Man, them niggas get you blended'
I ain't tryna be another rapper rappin' fiction
Cause I know my people listen
They can't hear it in my diction
Chase another comma, tryna dodge another sentence
Man, this shit gotta make sense
Cause we is out here penny' pinchin
Ridin' with a dot, barely scraped it out the pot
Big bank rolls, ain't got no dollar for no thot bitch
Hundred thousand dollars for this supercharged cockpit
I'm on go for the money, they need to stop it
Junkies blitzin', man, my trap look like a mosh pit
Ice on my wrist, man, this water got me frostbitten
Turnarounds until they dizzy, we got packages and rizzies
Havin' so much motion, I ain't had time to clean my skizzy
Big bank mank pockets full of Ben Franks
Seven thousand for the matte wrap, it ain't no paint job
Hundred thousand dollars, blue strips, ain't pull no bank job
Niggas tryna keep up with the game, don't quit your day job
These days feel like I ain't never hit my limit
Niggas tellin' what they seein'
Mmm we call that television
These days you gotta keep it square about your business
Keep the L's up out your circle
Man, them niggas get you blended'
I ain't tryna be another rapper rappin' fiction
Cause I know my people listen
They can't hear it in my diction
Chase another comma, tryna dodge another sentence
Man, this shit gotta make sense
Cause we is out here penny' pinchin

Written by:
Derick McCallum, Jameal Dawson

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