Cyhi The Prynce - Thousand Poundz lyrics

[Intro:] Arrange my books in order Make up some nice stories to amuse you Make things look smart and easy Shape up the place, hungry for the [Hook:] And if I found a thousand pounds, a thousand pounds [x3] [Verse 1: Pill] If I was privilidged enough find one thousand of that loud pack Distribute it to trusted partners just so they can bounce back Like juvie though, that's a thousand n***as say they knew me though Random text messages just flexin on how they knew before the work came That I would be a standout like a search stain Pocket full of paper from prophet after the percaine The first game, that I learned to play was that Tetris Find a block filled em in and cash out on a necklace He neckless, if he preachin' some wild sh**, foul sh** Two shots now I'm sittin' in cells on some Green Mile sh** Perfect this, hustlin' rationed bustas left with some lacerations Pounds that I've found I yawned feel like my luck awakened We bluntin', a hundred times ten got me in Came up and I would be a damn fool not to win We bluntin', a hundred times ten got me in Came up and I would be a damn fool not to win Ok denn [Hook] [Verse 2: CyHi Da Prynce] If I ever touched a thousand I would front a bag to every hustler in public housing All these f**in' pounds and I would never touch a falcon Call up my battalion tell em'that I got them brussel frostin' Go buy some rifles for them cowards that be wylin' Tryna' run up on us saw that b**h up like a violin Get hit once from the big pump, you flip punk About my chips chump, I'm a chipmunk like Alvin Uh, then I'm back to puffing loud and Eyes cut lower than a Kung Fu master from Shaolin Then I f** a stallion in my medallion On an island drinkin wine, cuttin' salmon Hit the club, make a movie Robert Townsend The way these diamonds shinin' in the ring throw the towel in Smilin', thumbin' through this cash that I'm pilin' Singing this Soprano man I feel like I'm Italian WHAT [Hook] [Verse 3: Pusha T] Yuh, first thousand pounds n***a thought he hit the jackpot Club polaroid pic, Benz symbol backdrop Bent over redbone, she was just a mascot Money fan can't cool you off when you that hot Next stop car lot, Coupe with the bald spot Maseratti grill like a pig when the jaws locked Malls shop a few hours took two showers These two b**hes goin' down like the Two Towers Too sour you can see it in a hater's face True cowards so I keep you in a hater's place Drop them numbers on the pounds just to make em' 'scape With the fake hustlers out I'm just makin' space These n***as talk a good game I just make the cake n***as dying over here I just make the wake Been seeing a thousand pounds I just scrapped the plate For all the money that I stashed they ain't made a safe