You know what
I love the Pickles
No Pickles, no deal
CASHMONEYMILLIONAIRE
CASHMONEYMILLIONAIRE
Mad_Max, drop the verse

It's going down, fade to The Streets
The crews got swag, flyin' dey own flag
Bumpin off BGs like dey goin' outta style
I put it down, never slouch
As long as my credit can vouch
Bubba couldn't catch my ass out
Tell me who can stop when Pickles making papers
Attracting honeys with his blow
Giving em eyegasms with Gherkin flow
Still moving his flavour
CASHMONEYMILLIONAIRE blowin' covers
Now I can't be a faker

Pickles get down, good Lord
Baby got em up open all over town
Strictly biz, he don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is a forte
Each and every day, true player way
I can't get him out of my mind
(What)
I think about the Pickles all the time

East side to the west side
Pushing phat rides, it's no surprise
He got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Checkin' out his premium moustache
By no means average
He's on when he's got to have it
Pickles, you're a perfect snack, lemme take a crack
Can the Doctor see me now cause

I like the way you work it
(So Pickly)
I gotta bag it up
I like the way you work it
(So Pickly)
I gotta bag it up

He's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound,
Pickles never act wild
Very low key on the profile
Banged up in da slammer is a no,
Let me tell you how it goes
He curves the words, spins the verbs
Master of the written word, what
Rollin' with the phatness
You don't even know what the half is
You gotta pay to play
Just for Pickles, nom-nom, to look your way
I like the way you work it
Trumped tight, all day, every day
You're blowing my mind, maybe in time
Pickles, I can get you in my ride

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, that Pickle looks good
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Play on, play on Pickle
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
You're my kind of Pickle, so pickly
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey