LYRICS: Die Mondez – Itchy Palms ft. Zoocci Coke Dope
My palm got a hit
Check out the text on my phone
I think it’s a hit
Me and the bank got a bond
I think I’m in love with this shit
I need my necklace frozen, talking that drip
Go on take a pic, you know that I’m lit
hook
I fell in love with the money
I fell in love with the money, yeah
I fell in love with the money
I fell in love with the money, yeah
I fell in love with the money
I fell in love with the money, yeah
I fell in love with the money
I fell in love with the money, yeah
verse 1 [Die Mondez]
She like me
She want a nigga just like me
She from the burbs, she pricy
She always trip like she’s site-seeing
Mmm she entice me
She bad like she came from a crime scene
Smooth criminal, yeah she might be
She know the money excite me
? out the show I’m flipping it
Take it with me to the cemetery
That’s ironic, my closet got skeletons
I been living kinda reckless
My verses is y’all niggas’ syllabus
Your shit ain’t up to par, you ain’t listening
Show them up, let them know that he heaven-sent
I got niggas that do him dirty from a call
They know what the business is
My vision 20-30 widdit
That bitch ain’t no bird, she a pigeon
I’m piffing like it’s my religion
When they was blind, I seen it vivid
High as the sky, ain’t no limit
If I’m in the booth, ain’t no missing
I been connecting the dots and the digits
My palm got a hit
Check out the text on my phone
I think it’s a hit
Me and the bank got a bond
I think I’m in love with this shit
I need my necklace frozen, talking that drip
Go on take a pic, you know that I’m lit
hook
verse 2 [Zoocci Coke Dope]
I pulled up, I’m high as a bird
I am the murder she wrote
Damn it my flow is too wavy
So wavy I’m sailing a boat
Damn it my heart is so cold
Heart so cold I need a coat
Fuck it, I feel like I float
I’m thumbin’ up, press a remote
Niggas are rapping, ain’t feeling them
Niggas are doing the minimum
So much in common like synonym
I like my coffee with cinnamon
Instagram bitches, I been in ’em
Invented the flows and they stealin’ them
When it comes to this work I be killin’ ’em
Killing you niggas, I’m Zimmerman
Now bitch put your hands on the wall
Hit from the back, yeah I’m blessing her
She give me head, it’s spectacular
She suck me off like Dracula
Girl you so far from the regular
This bitch is so bujy, don’t speak no vernacular
I hit it once and abandoned her
This money go well with my character
My palm got a hit
Check out the text on my phone
I think it’s a hit
Me and the bank got a bond
I think I’m in love with this shit
I need my necklace frozen, talking that drip
Go on take a pic, you know that I’m lit
hook
