Fortunes - HoodRich Pablo Juan

First name Hood, man

What the fuck going on, man?

MONY POWR RSPT

Trapped out the apartment, we ain’t have a porch

I see the hate through these Tom Fords

Got a lot of green like a golf course

I was starving, now I got a full course

The chopper hit you, split you into fours

Chop him again, put him in the forest

I chop a brick like I’m Chuck Norris

I trapped out the bando, the windows, they boarded

Me and my nigga, we come for the fortunes

I need the fortunes

Spinning my wrist like the Wheel of Fortune

Got rich in the hood, I’m having fortunes

Thumbing blue hundreds, look gorgeous

I made myself worth a fortune

Fuck a Lamb, really riding horses

Bricks in the karat, nigga worth a fortune

Serve a brick while I’m recording

OG like the Bred Jordans

Pull up in the horse like Ralph Lauren

I got too many hoes, it done got boring

I need the fortunes

Gotta pay my momma mortgage

We visit the hood with the roaches

Trap for real, park the Porsche so the police don’t notice

Never going broke, my nigga, you bogus

.30, 50 hundred rounds, we loaded

Drinking an eighth of that Kobe

I can shoot good from afar like I’m Manu Ginobili

I should’ve listen to what my momma told me

Fuck that, momma, gotta get me a Rollie

Still serving, ask the junkies they know me

I put on my Ballys when I’m going bowling

Trapped out the apartment, we ain’t have a porch

I see the hate through these Tom Fords

Got a lot of green like a golf course

I was starving, now I got a full course

The chopper hit you, split you into fours

Chop him again, put him in the forest

I chop a brick like I’m Chuck Norris

I trapped out the bando, the windows, they boarded

Me and my nigga, we come for the fortunes

I need the fortunes

Spinning my wrist like the Wheel of Fortune

Got rich in the hood, I’m having fortunes

Thumbing blue hundreds, look gorgeous

I made myself worth a fortune

Fuck a Lamb, really riding horses

Bricks in the karat, nigga worth a fortune

I grew up by junkies, ain’t have many choices

Seeing dead people, hearing voices

Telling me, «Get it, take it, no remorse»

My trap bunking like a pandora

Working the pan, watch the door

Hotel trap like a store

Raw 'tech coming in

From El Salvador

Flip a little brick, call my plug, I need more

I’m riding a horse, they like, «Feed me, Seymour»

I need an endorsement, Givenchy galore

Quarter million dollars, got on a poor

You know I’m in Designers you can’t afford

Catching plays at the basketball court

Olympics, four rings, I’m holding the torch

Don’t play with me, nigga, I’m pressing full court

I got a shot with the 30 like Curry

Having the fortunes, I just got it buried

Pussy nigga, why the fuck would I worry?

Early morning nigga, up with the birdies

You know me: if I ain’t rapping, I’m serving

Gratuity on the curbside service

I got rich when they thought I was worthless

Fucking a foreign bitch on them Perkys

Trapped out the apartment, we ain’t have a porch

I see the hate through these Tom Fords

Got a lot of green like a golf course

I was starving, now I got a full course

The chopper hit you, split you into fours

Chop him again, put him in the forest

I chop a brick like I’m Chuck Norris

I trapped out the bando, the windows, they boarded

Me and my nigga, we come for the fortunes

I need the fortunes

Spinning my wrist like the Wheel of Fortune

Got rich in the hood, I’m having fortunes

Thumbing blue hundreds, look gorgeous

I made myself worth a fortune

Fuck a Lamb, really riding horses

Bricks in the karat, nigga worth a fortune