Jroach - Passport Lyrics

Yea my passport she filling up
I'm drinking fours of red wine out my double cup
Pj to Barcelona Spain to get my money up
The early bird goes gets the worm that why the sun aint up
I walked up in the dealership I got an Aston truck
Two forty on the dash I hope that I don't scratch it up
I racing up on twenty eight bitch you aint fast enough
A quarter million for the whip where my weed
Bitch imma gas it up
Yea I got some drank in my hand so I'm swerving
Cant freak me a white bitch anymore they make me nervous
Listening to my music and they only want a birkin
Fucking her for the third time tonite I aint on no perc bitch
Hoes up on my jeans but they cant afford my shirt bitch
Bozo bitch the clown I aint sign up for no circus
Diamonds crushed up on my chain I knew that five piece would be worth it
I aint fucking with you niggas I aint never up on yo surface
Glock aint on the hip bitch its in the tote bag
Yea I still will rob a nigga if I'm really down bad
Got my old bitch a new tummy tuck she really getting bad
I'm going up and now the city getting mad and now how that make sense
I'm starting every single down bitch I dont play bench
I open up the hood and told that bitch she need some maintenance
I'm plotting on Malika Andrews out in Vegas
Summer league she looking at a nigga its got me jaded
I'm smoking weed its got me woozy
Way up in the hills in Hollywood I'm in a movie
Main character in this bitch I aint featured in no movie
Yea I'm tryna get that treasure but don't call a nigga a goonie
Like jawanna mann bitch I started hooping
I'm catching dimes up on the field like I'm Chris Cooley
She aint respond to me back then she became a groupie
I cant be chilling with yall niggas yall be acting fruity
Cuz man that shit weird

Yea my passport she filling up
I'm drinking fours of red wine out my double cup
Pj to Barcelona Spain to get my money up
The early bird goes gets the worm that why the sun aint up
I walked up in the dealership I got an Aston truck
Two forty on the dash I hope that I don't scratch it up
I racing up on twenty eight bitch you aint fast enough
A quarter million for the whip where my weed
Bitch imma gas it up
Yea I got some drank in my hand so I'm swerving
Cant freak me a white bitch anymore they make me nervous
Listening to my music and they only want a birkin
Fucking her for the third time tonite I aint on no perc bitch
Hoes up on my jeans but they cant afford my shirt bitch
Bozo bitch the clown I aint sign up for no circus
Diamonds crushed up on my chain I knew that five piece would be worth it
I aint fucking with you niggas I aint never up on yo surface
Glock aint on the hip bitch its in the tote bag
Yea I still will rob a nigga if I'm really down bad
Got my old bitch a new tummy tuck she really getting bad
I'm going up and now the city getting mad and now how that make sense
I'm starting every single down bitch I dont play bench
I open up the hood and told that bitch she need some maintenance
I'm plotting on Malika Andrews out in Vegas
Summer league she looking at a nigga its got me jaded
I'm smoking weed its got me woozy
Way up in the hills in Hollywood I'm in a movie
Main character in this bitch I aint featured in no movie
Yea I'm tryna get that treasure but don't call a nigga a goonie
Like jawanna mann bitch I started hooping
I'm catching dimes up on the field like I'm Chris Cooley
She aint respond to me back then she became a groupie
I cant be chilling with yall niggas yall be acting fruity
Cuz man that shit weird