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Bitchez & Money

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Yuck! Oh oh... Ayo Yuck, let's get to This chicken my nigga, let's get it! Look, to a kid looking up to me, life Ain't nothing but bitches and money So I'm out there gritting, nigga getting this money Whipping shit in the kitchen, I be getting this money Turkey bag boy, I be getting this money Pimping like Don Bishop, I be getting this money Credit card, check scams, getting that money My niggas rich while you broke niggas bummy, come on! I never trapped in no bando, bitch I'm in that project building Making millions with my ghetto children And still then, keep bringing them pills in Keep bringing that coke in, that crack is still in Remember putting five on that 20 twin twin Now that twin turbo Porsche on 20 twin twins Charlie Sheen, my nigga we gotta win In that kitchen I get it in, Lord! God blessing all the trap niggas I'm at the trap with the meth nigga Turkey bag boy, I got the sack nigga Bricks like Shaq nigga, China and that black nigga Pay the fool like Rakim, bitch I make it clap nigga I ain't nothing like you rap niggas This the raw and authentic, more slips than a gymnast Ghetto chemist, I'm whipping a couple benzes Ghetto chemist, I'm whipping a couple benzes Look, to a kid looking up to me, life Ain't nothing but bitches and money So I'm out there gritting, nigga getting this money Whipping shit in the kitchen, I be getting this money Turkey bag boy, I be getting this money Pimping like Don Bishop, I be getting this money Credit card, check scams, getting that money My niggas rich while you broke niggas bummy, come on! They wanna do what he do, yep we on my ski-doos Jet skis, water parks, you should come through Stop signs and red lights, I always run through Big boats and strip poles, bitches getting loose Plus I done beat a murder twice, they say I got the juice And I'm her friend, not her man, just so she know the scoop And we go party like her birthday, I do it for you 'Cause I was taught as a kid to always speak the truth I came up in the jungle and the dope they use Bricks of that Madonna turned into Lou And I learned it from my mama, I'm her young Osama Getting to that oil money and have my shooters bomb ya While I'm laughing to the bank, making deposits SL Mercedes but I barely drive it I done grabbed for the ladies, they tell me they love it Couple hoes wanna pay me so the feds he love me Look, to a kid looking up to me, life Ain't nothing but bitches and money So I'm out there gritting, nigga getting this money Whipping shit in the kitchen, I be getting this money Turkey bag boy, I be getting this money Pimping like Don Bishop, I be getting this money Credit card, check scams, getting that money My niggas rich while you broke niggas bummy, come on! I got a shotgun, and here's the plot Taking fools out with a flurry of buckshots Bang bang bang, yeah I was popping And then you look, all you see is fools dropping No Olivia Pope but got caught up in a scandal No retreat, no surrender nigga, my niggas'll blam you Heroin from Thailand, same color as mixed coffee Brand new Jeep Wrangler is what the bricks cost me Your broad on my schlong really and I ain't dick the hoe Got top, bust on her face, left her looking like liquid soap She got a thing for balls, Djokovich Made her cop me three pies and I ain't even copped the bitch Your G pass revoked in the ghetto, you been a snitch Utter my name and it's gon' get uglier than Kenny Smith That F12, a nigga need to be sitting in that We savages and everything y'all spitting is wack Look, to a kid looking up to me, life Ain't nothing but bitches and money So I'm out there gritting, nigga getting this money Whipping shit in the kitchen, I be getting this money Turkey bag boy, I be getting this money Pimping like Don Bishop, I be getting this money Credit card, check scams, getting that money My niggas rich while you broke niggas bummy, come on! Life ain't nothing but bitches and money My bitch probably got your granddad spending money Shopping all day, throwing bags in the corner Still got hella clothes with the tags in the closet '93 Gas, everything high performance Pull up to the spot, hop out the Transformer We mob everything on sight, no warning At the threshold of success, world touring The underdogs came from the bottom, now we dine and feast I am he, my plug look like the Iron Sheik Hop out, look at his feet, I'm a hyper beast I don't talk to broke hoes, I am not for cheap I learned from Yuck, now I'm holding it down Getting biz, catching plays like Antonio Brown I'm from the AK, a lot of hate, a lot of tech squeezing I don't talk, I move chess pieces Look, to a kid looking up to me, life Ain't nothing but bitches and money So I'm out there gritting, nigga getting this money Whipping shit in the kitchen, I be getting this money Turkey bag boy, I be getting this money Pimping like Don Bishop, I be getting this money Credit card, check scams, getting that money My niggas rich while you broke niggas bummy, come on!