Lyrics

D-Mac pop yo shit, D-Mac pop yo shit Damn Pliz Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me I ain't never gave a fuck about a broke bitch I ain't never gave a fuck about no bitch Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me I'm gettin' a lot, killin' shit, career gettin' murdered (murdered) You be the judge, show me the verdict I get my money converted Bitches be runnin' in circles (circles) Feel like I'm runnin' the circuit (circuit) Rake me up for the commercial Bands bustin' through my Birkins Bitch run up on me, get your shit smacked up Fucked for the pack, get a pack if you mismatched (bitch) Shootin' at the Wraith in a pitched back Slick keep aimin' at the scope, couldn't miss that (no) Hoe, you just broke get your money up You ain't even got a thousand (nope) Sellin' snacks, you need a tummy tuck (eww) Bitches really out here wildin' (nasty bitch) I got endorsements ready You're just a corpse, sit steady (steady) I'm on the Forbes list stuntin' (stuntin') I put the plaques on the wall I smell the plaque through your jaw You ain't got nothin', jumpin' off Bitch, get you some money (yeah) Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me I ain't never gave a fuck about a broke bitch I ain't never gave a fuck about no bitch Bitch, get you some money (yeah) Bitch, get you some money (fuck the money, NLE) Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me (haha) Get you some money, I'm countin' up guap (yeah) Lean in my tummy, I sip out the bottle (yeah) I hopped in the game but you know I'm a problem (yeah) Shoot him in the neck, pop him in the collar (yeah, yeah, yeah) The route start workin', then you know I'm swingin' balls (let's go) But I get paid ten bands just to do a show (bitch, bitch) Bitch you know that I'm the man when I step up on the scene I got a hundred somethin' racks pokin' out my Balmain jeans (racks, cash, yeah) He wasn't there when we was down, so he can't join the team (can't do that) Don't you run up on me crazy 'Cause this Glocky got a beam (it got a beam) We do this murder shit for real, for my niggas I'll kill I'd do a hundred years, swear to God I won't squeal Never change on my gang, never changed for the fame If I see a bitch ass rapper, I'ma take that nigga chain, bitch, gang Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me I ain't never gave a fuck about a broke bitch I ain't never gave a fuck about no bitch Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Bitch, get you some money Hoe, get like me
Writer(s): Ryan Allen, James Lavigne, Eric Aukstikalnis, Leon Flowers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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