(First we) fuck bitches, (then we) get money x4 (then we) fuck bitches, (but first we) get money x4 spend money like it grow on trees that's why my
I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame) (Rasheed) (Ugh) Downtown Super Bowl 38 (eight) In the clutch city ya know filfthy movin' weight (weight) In case it get
these thugs, who love to shoot and cut the loot you fuckin punk, that?s why I don?t fuck with you Cock Strong, pretty boy But don?t get it twisted A
And I don?t like that bitch We go from belly I don?t like that shit Who?s gonna fill your space That?s still a case Ben Franks the only familiar face Get money
that any nigga out cook me Is suspect as R. kelly with girl scout cookies When u talking to a pro watch ya mouth rookie Go in ya shit have ya teeth playin
got the boat that'll have the task naggin' But I fuck bitches, and get money My truck switches like.. errrrr You got to duck bitches when you get twenties
With an it don't even matter mood And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude I'm that young boy, that slung boy That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy
I respect them thugs who get the jackin' on But we squeeze set every slug that we be packin's long Ya boy got the drug money we be stackin on Lotta carrots
the flyest white boy a dem all? Got your girlfriend screenin all da calls She Bubbalin We fuckin Then you cuttalin Like baby where da fuck ya been?
bout money and a nigga might sign you Rap bout me and a nigga might fine you Banana in ya ass with ya head right behind ya Dope game bitch, let his momma
a swimming pool with the soda niggas a spit out [Talking: Birdman] Ya understand me, lots full of whips Bottles and bitches Ya understand me pocket full of money Ya
she was a cup of liqour i would down that bitch like Dun dun dun dun dun dun duuuun!Now ya boy's queen.god damn i done crowned that bitch. BITCH! 2 weeks
the king that was part of my dream And Wale told me fuck ya'll, so we fuck ya'll, we don't love ya'll Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the
t get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. GROVE street, BLOOD we two deep Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. [Verse 1: YG Hootie]
like me snitching to the cops, Outta line you get disciplined, better do some missions then, I ain't give my name for free, fuck I had to get it in
tucked outside with the work I strap it on a bitch make her fly with the work Ya boy want 17-5 for the work 23 in the south take a ride with the work Fuck