Lyrics Oliver Francis – Polo Socks

He gon’ talk that shit, Imma grip the Glock
I been getting money, I been getting guap
Ah, taking bong rips, smoke a lot of pot
Ah, I get to work, never punch a clock
Tell these motherfuckers I been getting what I sought
See I’m ballin’
Lately seein’ commas all I ever do
I woke up smoke a blunt for breakfast
You ain’t fuckin with us
I smoke a kush blunt then I fly away
Fresh fruit on the counter, lil’ shawty don’t play
I been rollin’ up
Rollin’ swishers up
Shawty want a thug
Think I’m makaveli and my cup is doubled up
She say what the fuck
She been looking at me like she wanna fuck
I’mma turn it up
Tell that bitch I ain’t done turning up
Got gold on my necklace, gold on everything
Diamonds on me look like a championship ring
I got that Virgin Guadalupe ’round my neck
And you know I’m smokin’ like I think I’m Snoop Dogg in the jet
Sippin’ acai blueberry pomegranate triple X
I been cashin’ checks
I was broke so long you know I had to flex

I been mixing Sprite with the actavis
Thank my lucky stars, I’m so fuckin’ blessed
Yeah I got the bars got the Xanax
Cloud boys splash gang, that’s the fuckin’ set

Where the fuck my life go?
Drownin’ in the pint, I been sippin’ on the Styrofoam
Rollin’ swishers through the city with my eyes closed
Rollin’ through the city with my eyes closed
Where the fuck my life go?
Drownin’ in the pint, I been sippin’ on the Styrofoam
Rollin’ swishers through the city with my eyes closed
Rollin’ through the city with my eyes closed