SAD PARTY - Nick Prosper

Pockets fat like Buddah broke my heart inside the uber

G-Got these haters mad, I got them sad, I got them fumin

I be chasing bags I’m so glad I’m not a loser (Yah)

Ay, pull up to the party with my shooter (with my shooter)

Pockets fat like Buddah broke my heart inside the uber (skrr skrrr)

G-Got these haters mad, I got them sad, I got them fumin

I be chasing bags I’m so glad I’m not a loser

Money bags, money bags, money bags

I need em now

I pull up in a drop top

I make your boyfriend frown (I make him frown)

I got 8ths

I got zips

I got pounds (I got wha?)

I can’t hear you

Nah my weed so loud

Ay, you can spot me in the crowd

Like I wear a crown

I want my wrist so wet that I could drown

I like my money green

I like my money blue

How about you

I don’t give a fuck bout nobody except a few