Belly - Sucker lyrics

[Intro] Woah (Ooh), woah (Ooh) Woah (Ooh), woah (Hey) Woah, woah (Wallis) Yeah [Verse 1] Yeah, I wake up every mornin' (Every mornin') Count money (Ooh) Twenties, fifties, hunnids (Eee) Only thing I'm cuffin' Snow bunny, nose runnin' like she comin' down with somethin' So broke I almost cried until I started choppin' onions (sh*t is numbin') It's ironic 'cause I felt it all comin' (Whew) Then I blew the money, blue money, all hundreds (Yeah) Standin' on the shoulders of giants, Paul Bunyan Move to Cali, I've been baggin' all the b*tches down in Runyon If we talkin' real estate, I own the real estatе (I do) fu*k being real 'cause wе can't tell who's bein' real or fake (We can't) I mean half a mill' is great, I sold that deal in weight (Eee) Now all my b*tches tens, body like a figure eight (Wait) [Chorus] Lollipop, lollipop, save it for a different su*ker She gon' hit the powder room for a quicker picker upper I don't love her, I don't judge her I ain't thinkin' nothin' of her She gon' mix it 'til she lose her appetite and miss the supper [Verse 2] 5'5" my kinda freak Lil mama's got the drop-top parked out front, that's a come up When she ride by, beep-beep, she such a stunna Like a drive-by (Brrt-brrt) Kill 'em every summer She the front runner (Yeah), I know I never love her (Whew) But if she want somethin', I'ma buy her every color She got good dome (Yeah), more like rotunda In The Bay smokin' green, but my wrist frozen tundra, whew Talkin' strippers (Strippers), I don't gotta tip 'em (Tip 'em) My liver mad at me 'cause I've been drinkin' too much liquor Let me, paint the picture (Whew) We ain't fu*kin' with you (No) Whole squad dressed all black like the reaper [Chorus] Lollipop, lollipop, save it for a different su*ker She gon' hit the powder room for a quicker picker upper I don't love her, I don't judge her I ain't thinkin' nothin' of her She gon' mix it 'til she lose her appetite and miss the supper Lollipop, lollipop, save it for a different su*ker She gon' hit the powder room for a quicker picker upper I don't love her, I don't judge her I ain't thinkin' nothin' of her She gon' mix it 'til she lose her appetite and miss the supper