G$Fb (feat. Slim 400, RJ & D-Lo)

Getting money, fucking bitches

And I ride the main line, up and down Rosecrans, I'm gon' shine

Getting money, fucking bitches

And I be on the Pac shit, Long Beach Boulevard, I knock shit

Getting money, fucking bitches

And you already know, dope come first, you gotta hold

Getting money, fucking bitches

My side bitch on the corner, my Barbie bitch is with a tool

Getting money, fucking bitches

Getting money, fuck snitches, boo, boo, in a ditch

Beat up a **** who diss, 'cause he ain't with the shit

He ain't a P, I don't trip

Them I'm back up in the fast lane, getting to the money

Your bitch is hoin', these bitches love money, get with it

So I put 'em on, all of 'em grown, they get dope

And all you need to do is just give 'em a lil' coke

S I slide that, knowing you hide that, pass the bomb back

Gon' and suck the dick before you get a little bread

And I'ma hit the stakes, double up, left riders with you, see

So I smacked the booty, eyes locked, Henny in my hand

Throw the brand up, different feeling driving ****, I made it

My ****'s are paying and I ain't taking no payments

Getting money, fucking bitches

And I ride the main line, up and down Rosecrans, I'm gon' shine

Getting money, fucking bitches

And I be on the Pac shit, Long Beach Boulevard, I knock shit

Getting money, fucking bitches

And you already know, dope come first, you gotta hold

Getting money, fucking bitches

My side bitch on the corner, my Barbie bitch is with a tool

Getting money, fucking bitches

Ol' raggedy ass bitch

Throwing tantrums, I'm tryna handle shit

All this arguing outside the house

Don't you start, I'ma knock your ass out

You don't wanna ho, that's cool

You gon' get a job or take your ass to school

Bitch we need all the financials

Or I can put you in a car to Seattle

And we gon' be good when them pills hit

Set up shop in your hood like a pilgrim

My bitch envying they switch life diving

No Gilligan, the K lit, hit civilians, ooh, the nerve of ****'s

I found my own lane, why the merging with us?

Money in the air, fuck birds and feelings

They're for my ****'s still serving a sentence

Getting money, fucking bitches

And I ride the main line, up and down Rosecrans, I'm gon' shine

Getting money, fucking bitches

And I be on the Pac shit, Long Beach Boulevard, I knock shit

Getting money, fucking bitches

And you already know, dope come first, you gotta hold

Getting money, fucking bitches

My side bitch on the corner, my Barbie bitch is with a tool

Getting money, fucking bitches

Only want four, I used to knock hoes

When it got slow, I used to rob

Why you fucking with them lame ****'s

I'm the same **** that flame ****'s, I bang, ****'s

I was only eighteen when I was pimping, man

Set that bitch down right by Disney Land

I'd rather give you my bitch

Than to let you sip on my last ounce of Actavis

Now it's back to them bands

Back to them grands, whole lot of shit on my hands

What's happening?

All in South Central, I was pimping

I was serving them ****'s like evictions

Look, kick back, smoking Backwoods

Without a real ho, your pimping ain't that good

They ain't nothing but a bitch to me

And ya'll know that bitches ain't shit to me

Getting money, fucking bitches

And I ride the main line, up and down Rosecrans, I'm gon' shine

Getting money, fucking bitches

And I be on the Pac shit, Long Beach Boulevard, I knock shit

Getting money, fucking bitches

And you already know, dope come first, you gotta hold

Getting money, fucking bitches

My side bitch on the corner, my Barbie bitch is with a tool

Getting money, fucking bitches