Paroles

They talk bout money, they ain't really gettin' it huh Lil bitch! Don't give a fuck nigga Bitch you ain't low It's Dreezy, Rock, let's get it These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it They talkin' bout money, they ain't really get it These bitches be snakin', they bitches be grimey They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I'm slippin' I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low Bitches be thinkin' I'm slow, little do they know Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can't trust a soul These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it They talkin' bout money, they ain't really get it These bitches be snakin', they bitches be grimey They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I'm slippin' I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low Bitches be thinkin' I'm slow, little do they know Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can't trust a soul I don't need nobody I'm whippin' a lowbody (lowrider) The dock gotta human inside The engine is robotic I pull up reverse, then I hop in a 'Vert Then switch up the whole topic These bitches be fucking these niggas for nothin' They ain't gettin' no profit I'ma go shop when I land Hop on a plane with no bags I know I'm makin' them mad, went and got [?] Tell him to go a lil faster He got that top like a grad, I'ma put him ahead of the class Either way I ain't givin' no pass Niggas be faking like a [?] on a mask Ball so hard, fell in love with the feeling so I let go I just got top from a Muslim and I told him as-salamu alaykum I don't fuck with nobody, let his mama say I'm goin' through a phase yeah Shoulda known you a back stabber Had a knife tatted on your face yeah You know it's cash when I talk Balenciaga when I walk The hatin' shit won't get you far [?] coupe is the car Got a whole thang on me right now Smell like a P when I walk Know I said I want a couple M's But know I want B's in the vault It's Dreez! These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it They talkin' bout money, they ain't really get it These bitches be snakin', they bitches be grimey They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I'm slippin' I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low Bitches be thinkin' I'm slow, little do they know Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can't trust a soul These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it They talkin' bout money, they ain't really get it These bitches be snakin', they bitches be grimey They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I'm slippin' I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low Bitches be thinkin' I'm slow, little do they know Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can't trust a soul I'm doin' 80 on the E-way out in Calabasas My eyes don't see no pussy niggas through these Gucci glasses I pull up in that 911 they like, "That's a classic" You could be anything in life but wanna be a mad bitch I know you see me like 3D, niggas be fake like BB I'm passing a hoe like I'm Mimi You don't be no where that we be I know some rich nigga who gone go 'Cus I stay on leak like Nene I know some bitches hatin' on the low But in real life they wanna be me yeah I'm up in a ballin' house, I gotta ring like I'm callin' out Fuck what they talkin' bout Me and my bitches ain't fallin' out You say you ballin' how Beefin' with me at yo momma house Chopper gon' make a bitch "Walk It Out" Flexin' on me, then I'm poppin' now These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it They talkin' bout money, they ain't really get it These bitches be snakin', they bitches be grimey They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I'm slippin' I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low Bitches be thinkin' I'm slow, little do they know Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can't trust a soul These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it They talkin' bout money, they ain't really get it These bitches be snakin', they bitches be grimey They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I'm slippin' I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low Bitches be thinkin' I'm slow, little do they know Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can't trust a soul These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it They talkin' bout money, they ain't really get it These bitches be snakin', they bitches be grimey They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I'm slippin' I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low Bitches be thinkin' I'm slow, little do they know Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can't trust a soul
Writer(s): Ben Diehl, Seandrea Sledge, Khaled Khaled, Rakim Hasheem Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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