Omar i$lord & Roman Beats - GLUTTONY

Need my pockets healthy trynna fight the urge on gluttony
Dishonoring they follow man cause the dollar only thing they trust you see
They wishy washy wit it
50/50 timid can't keep it a buck with me
It's cool tho how the hue go
Boss blowing blues with the company
All my dogs on my side
Every verse crack you ain't heard that
You got fire
boy know you lying
We up plenty points we ain't tying
Can't be tripping don't step I just glide
Imma hover like physics aside
Got a dame trynna tell me bout time
But baby it's borrowed you know it ain't mine
My shopping habits my achilles heel
Imma keep it real
Something bout new threads touching my dark skin
Better how I feel
Bout the butta baby Imma count the teal
Penny for your thoughts I might count it still
Been wylding don't need an account
To tell me I gotta chill
Ball like what's a budget
Don't need it but I want it
Buyers remorse hittin heavy
I've been sick to my stomach
I go in the booth and give sick truth
So on Mike I might vomit
Like I just bumped into Big Facts And what I ate was summoned
Hey
Need my pockets healthy trynna fight the urge on gluttony
Dishonoring they follow man cause the dollar only thing they trust you see
They wishy washy wit it
50/50 timid can't keep it a buck with me
It's cool tho how the hue go
Boss blowing blues with the company
Need my pockets healthy trynna fight the urge on gluttony
Dishonoring they follow man cause the dollar only thing they trust you see
They wishy washy wit it
50/50 timid can't keep it a buck with me
It's cool tho how the hue go
Boss blowing blues with the company
Bringing the heat they now who are son
Ain't no excuse when you know the truth
Ain't begging no pardons
Roman got beats like he bringing the violence
Rule with a fist breaking rules like a tyrant
Bringing the boom got the room
All in silence
Know that's it's loud so it ain't hard to find us
Yeah
She know I'm a catch so most my tracks she be rewinding uh
Look for hidden messages she swear that she could find em
Get to the bag it's heavy
She know that's my task already
Up in the air like there's mad confetti
Throwing a bill cause there's mad already
Whoa
Need my pockets healthy trynna fight the urge on gluttony
Dishonoring they follow man cause the dollar only thing they trust you see
They wishy washy wit it
50/50 timid can't keep it a buck with me
It's cool tho how the hue go
Boss blowing blues with the company

Written by:
Christian Omar

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