Bout My Money (feat. Jeremih & Turf Talk)

Fedi focused, I'm focused on my fedi mayne I don't think these suckers really understand There's enough money out there for all of us to have But suckers don't wanna see other brothers get cash I'm from the mud, halloween mask and surgical blood Where there's more hate than love, where clients plot on their plug Turn on their own flesh and blood, do em dirty just like a rug... Hard looks and mugs, bandanas and grutch Five point five sixes and fifty caliber slugs Half of this bitches will get you killed at the club But you dodge for pushups or you can you pay me in bud So book a [?] better get it off I'm a thug She got a big butt (big butt) Some high heels (high heels) I pull up in the house, on wheels I got a couple zaps and some good kill She like the way I rap she know that I'm for real Bout my money, bout my money Bout my money, bout my money Bout my money, bout my money Bout my money, bout my money Bout my money, bout my money Bout my money, bout my money Bout my money, bout my money Bout my money, bout my money I got a pocket full, I'm a Torres, you can't stop the bull Whenever I spit my game, I make a whole lot then spin that change And even if you make more, you can't knock bitches like playboy Short I keep pouring shots, I keep this whores hot So bring me two more bottles got the finest women but I don't fuck no models Bad girls is what I prefer, she take your shit, there's no stopping her Aggressive women that swing both ways And throwin pennies on the stage I put this dick in her mouth, she ain't resist Then pay her, so it can't be this. (BIIAATCH) Sad step in the club throwin paper today Now I'm calling your girl, call the paper my shade Head down, no-nothing to say Everything she want but a kiss on her face Freezer that Henny got me sippin her pretty Yeah I ordered that pussy then she came here delivered Damn right I'm a charger cause she right in my hand Actin a fool, so I gave her a Emmy My lingo produce payroll Yeah that means that I drop all painful Yeah it's all good, everything Gucci now But it came a long way from them hand me downs Yeah it's all good, steak every other night But it came a long way from that beans and rice Bitches pay us, they support us Broke hoes holla but they can't afford us I'm color blind, so I two-toned it And I can stretch out, ain't got no roof on it We don't love hoes, knock a bitch down Put your face to the glass like Chris Brown Take a picture bitch, polaroid They juiced up, my pockets on steroids I know some niggas that'll kill, dawg For the dollar dollar bill ya'll Sad step in the club throwin paper today Now I'm calling your girl, call the paper my shade Head down, no-nothing to say Everything she want but a kiss on her face [?] that Henny got me sippin her pretty Yeah I ordered that pussy then she came here delivered Damn right I'm a charger cause she right in my hand Actin a fool, so I gave her a Emmy Throw it, throw it, you know the sound Broke and you a sucker that's the shit we don't allow It's the baddest of the bitches out there somewhere in the party If she got a [?] on it then I put my money down Down, down, throw my money down Down, down, I put my money down Down, down, if she baddest down She got it and I want it then I put my money down Bitch