Sold Out

Pull up and they sold out Nobu Mastro's got ya hoe out Ay Welcome to the grow house Blow a quick ten bands just to show out Couple losses ain't nothing to a playa Money coming in feel it in the air Pack in the mail pack in the mail Money coming in feel it in the air Bitch bad so you know I don't care Realist nigga I ain't even gotta swear Balenciaga on me yeah they Stop and stare Cartier frames so I see it clear Got a hold on me Mami mean on it She a fiend for me I'm in love With All the blue hundreds Got her squirting on me Now she working on me Roll up uh Pull up and they sold out Nobu Mastro's got ya hoe out Ay Welcome to the grow house Blow a quick ten bands just to show out Pull up and they sold out Nobu Mastro's got ya hoe out Ay Welcome to the grow house Blow a quick ten bands just to show out Want to make it up Come and Suck the soul out me Pave set so I keep a pole on me Ay Nigga mad cuz his hoe want me I just sparked Up some truffle And his hoe chose me Trying to fit her friend It's just a two seater Out the county now she drunk on margaritas We was copping Rosé by the litter Oh we ballin' How it feel on the bleachers Pull up and they sold out Nobu Mastro's got ya hoe out Ay Welcome to the grow house Blow a quick ten bands just to show out Pull up and they sold out Nobu Mastro's got ya hoe out Ay Welcome to the grow house Blow a quick ten bands just to show out