Hockey Bag

Lyrics

[Chorus: Doe B] A half a million dollars in a hockey bag Your bitch want me 'cause I got a lot of cash Forgiato wheels got me ice skatin' Why you niggas spend yo' whole life hatin'? A half a million dollars in a hockey bag Got your bitch pussy popping on a handstand Blue ray clear diamonds got my ice skatin' Then why you niggas spend yo whole life hatin'? [Verse 1: Doe B] I walked in the spot like I'm Wayne Gretzky Hockey bag filled up with dead prezzies (presidents) Blow so much money got the feds guessing Wipe my face with a hundred like my head's sweatin' Blow my nose with a 20, it ain't nothing to me Nothing but G's on my mind like a Gucci scully This a hockey bag baby, this ain't Louis nothing Your whole wardrobe fugazy That ain't Louis nothing And if them diamonds ain't dancing you ain't doin' nothing I'm going Patrick Swayze crazy, VVSs busting If all the cash ain't fit we gon turkey stuffin' And call that shit Thanksgiving when we throw that (throw that shit) [Chorus: Doe B] A half a million dollars in a hockey bag Your bitch want me 'cause I got a lot of cash Forgiato wheels got me ice skatin' Why you niggas spend yo' whole life hatin'? A half a million dollars in a hockey bag Got your bitch pussy popping on a handstand Blue ray clear diamonds got my ice skatin' Then why you niggas spend yo whole life hatin'? A half a million dollars in a hockey bag Your bitch want me 'cause I got a lot of cash Forgiato wheels got me ice skatin' Why you niggas spend yo' whole life hatin'? A half a million dollars in a hockey bag Got your bitch pussy popping on a handstand Blue ray clear diamonds got my ice skatin' Then why you niggas spend yo whole life hatin'? [Verse 2: B.o.B] Got hoes like Tom Brady Got cash like rainy baby That hockey bag, no pesos Bankroll, smackin' hoes like Wayne Brady Rolls gold, that Mercedes skatin' Hulk Hogan, my swisha blazin' My swisha blazin', I'm kickin' flavor No champagne but I'm ace of spadin' like that (like that) But why you niggas spend yo' whole life mad? You stay popping feelings, we stay popping price tags A couple zips to me is really just a light pack If you feeling how I'm feelin', nigga, where yo lighters at? On that fire gas if you light a match it might kill ya Michael Myers mash, you should fire back I'm that nigga Yeah she check my swag, she and me hopping pads on that liquor 'Cause we sure ain't no average niggas Leave out the show with a half a million [Chorus: Doe B] A half a million dollars in a hockey bag Your bitch want me 'cause I got a lot of cash Forgiato wheels got me ice skatin' Why you niggas spend yo' whole life hatin'? A half a million dollars in a hockey bag Got your bitch pussy popping on a handstand Blue ray clear diamonds got my ice skatin' Then why you niggas spend yo whole life hatin'?