POOKIE - American Dream (feat. Tuna & Wilky)

Wealthi
Momma she raised her a demon, I'm straight out the trailer park made this shit happen
Coupe automatic I drive it the fastest
Tell me the speed, well I'm digital dashin
We spending a lot of money it's apart of our habit
You talkin bout shit you not havin, you need to be focused on stacking
Tripled my salary only addition ain't doing subtraction
Speeding kit all on the new whip I'm gripping the corner I'm driving too stupid I'm booted
How you gon claim you gon do this and that to my nigga u can't even get to no mula
Yea yea
Thousand horses and it sit in my car so you know I be moving
Clutching the gear I be moving and grooving
Driving this bitch like I'm lighting McQueen
Boy I be rocking Balenci and Louie and wearing McQueens
Stuffing my thousands in joggers ain't wearing no jeans (yea, yea)
Stay with a nympho she live in the bay and she wearing Celine
Stuck in the trap I was serving these fiends
Running these racks like everyday you can say I'm living the American Dream
Got a new Glock and came with a beam
And I'm smoking on cookies and pouring up drank
I'm running up thousands give a fuck what you think
Yea (yea)
Stay in a mink mink
She wanna fuck so we link link
I'm in the back and I'm chink chink
Counting up fetty, cutting up slabs like I work in a deli
Feel like Verizon I had 38 phones and they sit in the Telly
Ain't have a kid so I nut on her belly
We used to trap, used to put all the bowls on the scaley
My nigga we was forreally
All of my niggas we stack it up and my niggas we just pop out I know we chanelly
Chanelly that's down to the sole
Chanelly that's down to toe
In love with money I can't ever fold
In love with money I den made it main hoe, and every few hours my niggas we change clothes
Why the drum hanging out, like a key in a door
I'm getting too cold, like the heater broke
This is big body-big body-big body whip and I know that I mean it bro
And I mean it
Get behind the wheel, I'm a demon
Got all kinds of bills, you be needing
I ain't sign no deal, but I'm eating
Off a lot of pills, but I'm speeding
I den got to the destination with the German transportation
(German transportation)
And I wake up everyday, I spend what I want like I'm on a vacation
Big body whip nigga this is a Macon
Had to hit a nigga with the "no no no" nigga we is not adjacent
Putting holes in his mask now we calling him Jason
I'm like "fuck the police nigga bring home the bacon"
Tried to sucker punch me and that nigga ain't make it
I stuffed a whole P, up inside of my mason Margielas
I'm swinging the drac out the sun roof, man it look like propellers
I told that lil bitch if she love me she gone write a letter
I gotta do better, I know that I'm on another level nigga I'm smoking on pressure
If it's not but the money can't fit in my schedule
If you really love me, then make me your header
Championship ring, I don't want a medal and I know that I'm better my nigga we
Let's go

Written by:
Ben Woolfolk, Cole Wilkinson, Kaisun James

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