Credits
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I admit, yeah, I'm a flunky
Don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm gettin' that money
I see they plottin', but won't take it from me
Don't say it's smoke, that's gon' get you put under
[Verse 2]
Hop in my bag, don't give a fuck
Had to get back, fuck, I let it bust
We like the cable, I'm gettin' 'em cut
Fuck it, bust with that heat if you don't wanna stuff
[Verse 3]
****, I started from bottom, now I'm on the top
How did I make it? And I'm gonna rock
I kept my patience, it earned me a spot
Now I'm makin' hits and I'm countin' this guap
You don't want smoke with me, put that on God
I really come from this side
He don't want smoke with the gods
Put that on me, bitch, they all down to ride
[Verse 4]
Bitch, I admit, yeah, I'm a flunky
Don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm gettin' that money
I see they plottin', but won't take it from me
Don't say it's smoke, that's gon' get you put under
[Verse 5]
Yeah
He think it's cool, man, get high
We make it rain on your block
Watch me slide with that stick and hop out
He in the mud, that's another man down
Keep that ratchet and I keep that loud
Keep on cappin', get hit with the round
Bitch, I don't give a fuck who you is
Bitch, we still get it, come hit up your clique
I'm in the city, I keep me a stick
Not in my city, I keep me a bitch
I know she fuck with me, got keys to her whip
I just give her that dick when she need a fix
[Verse 6]
Hey, bitch, I admit, yeah, I'm a flunky
Don't give a fuck long as I'm gettin' money
I see they plottin', but they won't take nothing
Don't say it's smoke, that's gon' get you put under
Bitch, I admit, yeah, I'm a flunky
Don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm gettin' that money
I see they plottin', but won't take it from me
Don't say it's smoke, that's gon' get you put under
[Verse 7]
Hop in my bag, don't give a fuck
Had to get back, fuck, I let it bust
We like the cable, I'm gettin' 'em cut
Fuck it, bust with that heat if you don't wanna stuff, yeah
[Verse 8]
I'm gettin' cash
Gotta thank God, it's a blessing
I don't gotta send 'em more bags
I was nickel and dimin', distressin'
Bitch, I'm the simmer man, send 'em to prison
I gotta stack 'em bands for the vision
I gotta stack until it hit the ceiling
I just can't stomach the thought and the feeling, yeah
