Broke Bitch Dreams

One time, one time, one time (I like it) ayy-ayy Little ass bitch, to a bitch too bogus Bitch too bogus, on my mama, she know me We passin' (ayy, ayy) Ayy, bitch (bitch), my dough come first Ain't I the worst? You can get it in the church Had to shoot a nigga to continue spittin' verse They like, "Kony, don't shoot", I got 30 round burst Uh, I bob and weave and Whip got a tuck just to throw my yeek in (bitch) I'm with geekin', that give me a reason If a nigga actin' cutthroat, it's gon' start bleedin' Red Mob, we the fuckin' mob, oh my fuckin' God Another nigga step on these kicks, he gettin' fuckin' robbed Pimp hoes, what a job, I should have a blog Niggas thinkin' all I do is rap 'til I show the rod Ice walk all on my neck Ain't got a Patek unless I steal one from Nef I shoot at the ref 'cause any nigga knows best When we stumble in this bitch You better all break your necks on the set, nigga Hoe, you better come correct, nigga 'Cause I ain't into writin' checks, these is fees I collect, nigga Got her runnin' out of breath, nigga New Kony costs ten, nothin' more, nothin' less, nigga I get cream, I get cheese (cheese) What I don't need is a broke bitch dreams I get cream (cream), I get cheese (cheese) What I don't need is a broke bitch dreams We got all slugs when we walk up in the club Suckers hatin', but they still showin' love, okay? I ride around with our tint on Blood Way you throw that ass on me, I have Stunna throw you dub, okay? I get dough 27 ways (27 ways) You can put it on God, still have you on the blade (bitch) No, I'm not a pimp, I just run plays Why the fuck would we fight? Blood, the county is the only place I run fades Gu-gun blaze, hit him out of bounds if he run faith Kony always geekin' when the G stands for One Gang Upgrade, have the hooker jumpin' hurdles If her baby daddy tweakin', I'ma throw him Ninja Turtles My feng shui get me far, you'll see one day Never been a snitch, I can guarantee my son ain't (son ain't) I ain't never fold, I can guarantee my gun ain't (bitch) You was goin' to school, I was chillin' where the sun ain't, ayy Hoe, you better come correct, nigga 'Cause I ain't into writin' checks, these is fees I collect, nigga Got her runnin' out of breath, nigga New Kony costs ten, nothin' more, nothin' less, nigga I get cream, I get cheese (ayy, ayy) What I don't need is a broke bitch dreams I get cream, I get cheese (ayy, uh) What I don't need is a broke bitch dreams (I like it...)