Anderson .Paak - Bubblin lyrics

Look at you go okay, you bubblin'
Look, go, go look at you go
Okay, you bubblin', look

Yeah, one in the hand, one in the bag
Bubblin'
Look at the cash, look at the cash comin' in
Come get your mans
This lil' nigga buggin' me
Just leave the bag, quit all that jaw-jackery
Don't even pass me that
I don't want none of it (yeah)
These niggas mad about it, had enough of it
Woah, watch what you sayin'
All that poppin' and shakin'
Got me hot as a laser
My posse deep and irate
And we act a fool for the paper
Had a dream and I made it
El Camino on Dayton's
Vintage Guess over Bape
Put the bread on me, bitch, bitch
You bet I'ma bank it
Piggy flat in a blanket
I might just roll out today
I might just roll out to Vegas
Head back to my old ways
Cop a room full of Asian hoes
And do blow all day
Look at me, baby, look at me, baby
Don't I look like a million? I'm
'bout to clean out the safe
D don't I look like somebody
That just be bodyin' everything?
All that talkin' is great but
I don't be talkin', i air it out
All the problems have gotten easy to bury
I'd rather drown them in Hendrick's
I'd rather kiss on my Mary
I been broker way longer than I been
Rich so until it levels out
I'ma take your mama to the
Marriott and wear it out
Took me so long to get it
Go on and spread it out
Let 'em know all about me
When I'm dead and gone (woah)

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin'
(look at you go)
One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin'
(look at you go)
Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin'
(okay, you bubblin')
Look at the cash (look) bubblin' (go)
One in the hand (look) , one in the hand (go)
One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin'
(look at you go)
Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin'
(okay, you bubblin')
Look at the cash (look) bubblin'

I'ma need all the fries you can give me
All the hot sauce
All the pie you can give me
Better be all or nothin'
Don't have me in the middle
You better be all you can
Get higher than the limit, yeah
Simplify for the Dumbos, plenty slides
I can shuffle hit the cadence with my
Young bitch, Isaac Hayes, billy Ocean
Bought the old hoe with the cane stick
Left my slippers at the function
It's hard to run in Gucci slides
Chick, I thought you said you
Didn't have a husband
I'm a stud, no cuckold, Jackie Chan
No trouble can't clean it with a bib
Blood drippin' from the cutthroats
No Lord, not me
I can never be the one you wanna stunt for
Money, money
That machine gun sprayed the Ferragamo store
RIP to times that I was broke
After life in 911 Porsche
Matte black lookin' clean
Dead prezies in an envelope
Cookin up canard, waitin' for the antidote
Runnin' out of time
Patience thinner than a pantyhose

"Get over here and empty your pockets"
"I don't do that"
"You're my prisoner you do what I tell
You to do get over here"
"Haha, he's gonna get nasty about it!"
"Fuckin' bitch!" "Frank! Cool it, huh?"
"Stay the fuck outta this!"

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin'
(look at you go)
One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin'
(look at you go)
Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin'
(okay, you bubblin')
Look at the cash (look) bubblin' (go)
One in the hand (look) , one in the hand (go)
One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin'
(look at you go)
Look at the cash, look at the cash, bubblin'
(okay, you bubblin')
Look at the cash (look) bubblin'