Spodee – Pure Lyrics

[Hook]
You ain’t really got no plug if it ain’t pure
Get that money, get that money, that’s for sure
Keep the shit, it got codeine, it ain’t syrup
I got diamonds dancin’ on me, nigga burr
We go motherf*ckin’ clean, we gon’ work
Drop that shit off from the set and go berserk
f*ck that bitch and then go buy that hoe a purse
Get that money, get that money, that’s for sure

[Verse 1]
Hold on, OG sit back, I ain’t tryin’ to chit-chat
Me and my niggas we tryin’a f*ck, we don’t do no kickbacks
Nigga like me gon’ grind it up, bought two bags for six, stat
I don’t really worry ’bout gettin’ back, nigga I’m sellin [?]
These niggas wanna be jus’ like me, take my style then switch back
f*ck that hoe, I don’t want her no more, nigga come get yo’ bitch back
My bros [?] my grits, yeah
[?] for my bitch, yeah
Put it in the bowl make the four move ’round
Watch these niggas and [?] move ’round
Guess I’m a [?] hunter in winter, I’m wearin’ fur
I put these niggas onto the lingo, I said it first
These bitches jockin, her head get sloppy on the purp
These niggas sweet, they buyin’ copies of they work

[Hook]
You ain’t really got no plug if it ain’t pure
Get that money, get that money, that’s for sure
Keep the shit, it got codeine, it ain’t syrup
I got diamonds dancin’ on me, nigga burr
We go motherf*ckin’ clean, we gon’ work
Drop that shit off from the set and go berserk
f*ck that bitch and then go buy that hoe a purse

Get that money, get that money, that’s for sure

[Verse 2]
Boulevard park we champions, wanna work wit’ me, won’t hurt to try
I don’t wanna hear about the work you got, just bought 10 grams from the work we drive
Nigga you a rake, spend your money on p*ssy, [?]
I just got $3500 for a verse, but I can get $7500 when I’m cookin’
We put the marijuana leaves in the cookie, once they cookin’ I ain’t talkin’ bout possum
I don’t eat pork, no beef, no chicken, every other day young nigga eatin’ lobster
I don’t put my dick in any stripper, everyday a nigga f*ck a model
I don’t even drink no f*ckin liquor, in the club pourin’ up the bottles
Me and Cassius Jay we trap sinatra
Bitches got they dick up on they nostrils
Bitches got they dick up on they tonsils
Free, bitch, I don’t really want you
Choppa factory, I’m the Willy Wonka
Big wheels, I really whip a tonka
Big bankroll, word to [?]

[Hook]
You ain’t really got no plug if it ain’t pure
Get that money, get that money, that’s for sure
Keep the shit, it got codeine, it ain’t syrup
I got diamonds dancin’ on me, nigga burr
We go motherf*ckin’ clean, we gon’ work
Drop that shit off from the set and go berserk
f*ck that bitch and then go buy that hoe a purse
Get that money, get that money, that’s for sure

[Outro]
Me and Cassius Jay we trap sinatra
Me and Cassius Jay we trap sinatra