Lyrics

All these niggas want be just like me Fuck hoes, get money and it's all that I need My bitch real bad, Pop percs sip lean She put all my chains on now she feelin' like me If we ain't finna fuck, we finna hang good Baby bend it over, yeah I know it taste good My bitch pretty in the face no makeup Chase money baby I can't chase you Another 50 thousand here, another 50 there I ain't goin' out in public, everybody stare I pull all of my bitches up in the mirror I swear to God I hate niggas and she get 'em here I see the flyest young nigga when I look in the mirror If you say sum' fuck shit then fuck you She gave drop to the opps don't trust her Hoes ain't shit party please don't love me (yeah) I ain't trippin' off no bitch it is what it is All these hoes want is money and birkin I got way too much money to be hurtin' They like beezy don't crash out it ain't worth it What I think it is? And if I had sum' I put it on my kids I think these niggas mad I up 40 on my wrist, but that ain't shit Rafael workin' on my kicks More than a hundred thousand And they hood niggas know where to be found Bad bitch got a BBL, baby can't bounce it I see the realest nigga when I look up in the mirror My shooter get the job done get up out of here (yeah) All these niggas want be just like me Fuck hoes, get money and it's all that I need My bitch real bad, Pop percs sip lean She put all my chains on now she feelin' like me If we ain't finna fuck, we finna hang good Baby bend it over, yeah I know it taste good My bitch pretty in the face no makeup Chase money baby I can't chase you
Writer(s): Joshua Camron White, Heem Beezy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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