Hoodrich Pablo Juan – Fortunes lyrics

[Intro]
First name Hood, man
What the fuck going on, man?
MONY POWR RSPT

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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