Pollri Nike Tech Lyrics
NIKE TECH by Pollàri
Chase the money, chase the money
Oou, Oou
Oou Oou
Hah, Oou
[Chorus:]
All blue Nike tech
I got hoes on deck
All i talk is check
Big choppa knock off ya neck
New AP and it's plain Jane
I run it up, i don't maintain
Diamond on me, let my nuts hang
Yo bitch in love with the train, train (yah)
[Verse 1:]
Gold on my teeth and it glisten
Bitch stop that talkin', just listen
I fuck your hoe on a mission
Call up the plug he went missin'
I don't want beamer, want masi
I keep designer my body
I don't be lovin' no thottie
After i fuck her, you got it
Eat that lil' hoe like she sushi
My bitch belong in a movie
Suck on my dick like a groupie
Then i might buy you some Gucci
Then i might buy you some Fendi
I keep the racks, i got plenty
Yo money little, so mini
Yo pocket lookin' so skinny (Ew)
Foreign my seat
I'm off the moley I geek
New hoe on me every week
I put your hoe on the street
I got the gas, it smell like octane
My jeans they tight, i think they Balmain
I run the check, i feel like Usain
I left your hoe, then went to the Hawk's game
[Chorus:]
All blue Nike tech
I got hoes on deck
All i talk is check
Big choppa knock off ya neck
New AP and it's plain Jane
I ran it up, i don't maintain
Diamond on me, let my nuts hang
Yo bitch in love with the train, train (yah) x2
Oou, Oou
Oou Oou
Hah, Oou
[Chorus:]
All blue Nike tech
I got hoes on deck
All i talk is check
Big choppa knock off ya neck
New AP and it's plain Jane
I run it up, i don't maintain
Diamond on me, let my nuts hang
Yo bitch in love with the train, train (yah)
[Verse 1:]
Gold on my teeth and it glisten
Bitch stop that talkin', just listen
I fuck your hoe on a mission
Call up the plug he went missin'
I don't want beamer, want masi
I keep designer my body
I don't be lovin' no thottie
After i fuck her, you got it
Eat that lil' hoe like she sushi
My bitch belong in a movie
Suck on my dick like a groupie
Then i might buy you some Gucci
Then i might buy you some Fendi
I keep the racks, i got plenty
Yo money little, so mini
Yo pocket lookin' so skinny (Ew)
Foreign my seat
I'm off the moley I geek
New hoe on me every week
I put your hoe on the street
I got the gas, it smell like octane
My jeans they tight, i think they Balmain
I run the check, i feel like Usain
I left your hoe, then went to the Hawk's game
[Chorus:]
All blue Nike tech
I got hoes on deck
All i talk is check
Big choppa knock off ya neck
New AP and it's plain Jane
I ran it up, i don't maintain
Diamond on me, let my nuts hang
Yo bitch in love with the train, train (yah) x2