money & sex (bonus)

Yeah, Glock 19, MAC-11, FN Five-seven

AR-15 send them fuck **** to Heaven

I get geeked up, bitch, I don't do Percocets

I love money and sex

Shawty gon' pull up, told her, "Bring that neck"

I fucked her off that G6, so I ain't break no sweat

He think he invincible 'cause he got a bulletproof vest

Fuck it, shoot his head

I mixed the Wock' with the red

If the stick don't fit in the bag, gotta tote that Glock instead

I gotta tote that glizzy, whoa, I gotta take my fye everywhere I go

Shoot this bitch out, turn it to a visual, thirty clip on me, yeah, it's digital

I'ma shoot that lil' bitch till it's empty

I got hella hoes like I'm pimpin'

These lil' **** still roll out the zip

I smoke out the bag, I popped a pint, it's 4K just for me to sip

I went all Balenci' for my flight, it's 10K just for me to drip

I'm with yo' bitch, she goin' convertible, she droppin' that top, then I dip

I pull out her mouth and then nut on her nipples

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Yeah, ARPs, yeah, heavy metal flared jeans, and drip like a cowboy, and tote a .38 special

Yeah, this bitch way too fine, I think she came from heaven

I get way, way too geeked up, bitch, but I ain't never messy, uh, uh

I love money and sex, shawty, said she pullin' up, I tell her to bring her friends

I got 'em all booted up, up off the X

I fucked 'em all, we was all geeked up off the X, uh, I like to get this bread, yeah

Glock hold thirty-one, got thirty in the clip and one in the head

Most of my hoes, they want it, then I fuck 'em good and disappear, huh

I'm gettin' stupid money, SPED

I put the purple Wockhardt in a Goyard bag, it's red

I put the platinum, yeah, on my dreads

I'm rockin' all white diamonds and they VVS

I asked the ho if she tryna fuck and she said, "Yes"

I took her straight to the Balenci' store and bought her a brand new dress, huh

I ain't pullin' over, nah, if I see 12

'Cause I gotta V12 and my engine is from Hell

We the shit, if you askin' what's the smell

We been poppin' shit, I don't know if you could tell

And all these **** snitch, I know they gon' tell

I can tell you gon' snitch, I can tell you a bitch

I can tell that his bitch wanna fuck by the way that she look at my wrist

I'm totin' that VECTOR, I'm totin' that stick

And it hold ten millimeters, I can make a **** dance like Chris Brown

Don't bring yo' bitch 'round me

'Cause if I holla at that bitch, then you know that lil' bitch gettin' dicked down

She didn't want me back then, but now I'm tatted up and I got money, I'm the shit now

Now everywhere I go, I pop out, and everybody wanna a pic now

Now everybody wanna fuck with the O, gotta offer yo' soul to get down

If I go broke, I'ma kick in yo' door, huh, I'm takin' your shit now

If I go broke, I'ma kick in yo' door, I'ma kick in yo' door, I'ma kick it

If money was height, then I'm Shaquille O'Neal and all of these **** is midgets

I don't gotta type, she bool and she fine, for real, I love all types of bitches

I don't gotta limit, I ain't reached the height, the peak, baby, I'm still gettin' richer

I'ma stack up a milli, a milli, a milli, way past a hundred, then cop a Richard

I'm all in yo' crib fuckin' yo' wife, and X Man fuckin' yo' sister, huh

I keep gettin' paid, got too much money, the bank can't count them digits

We ain't safe, you talkin' 'bout bullshit, then you know we with it, yeah

Yeah, Glock 19, MAC-11, FN Five-seven

AR-15 send them fuck **** to Heaven

I get geeked up, bitch, I don't do Percocets

I love money and sex

Shawty gon' pull up, told her, "Bring that neck"

I fucked her off that G6, so I ain't break no sweat

He think he invincible 'cause he got a bulletproof vest

Fuck it, shoot his head