CashMoneyBands - WhiteGirl Flow Lyrics

If you're not a billionaire, you can't hang with us
Yop
I got a Glock in my backpack to take a nigga face
He was on the net talkin', we gon' leave him as a case
I need a badass bitch to take my old bitch place
She was talkin' bout some shit and I don't even trust snakes
You better watch that nigga back, I might bust him
He talkin' bout some hoes, but he's the only one that's cuffing
He been talkin' bout some blowers, I just know that nigga bluffing
Show my granny a band, she said, boy, you up to something
One thing about Bout these bitches, I can't trust
She was talkin' bout some bullshit, I think this bitch is drunk
My nigga's bounced out the foreign whips with blowers In
The trunk
He was dissin' on the gram, we gon' smoke him like a blunt
I had to box with my bitch, cause she spilled my cup
This bitch did some dumb shit, I had to leave her stuck
I just heard that nigga song man you niggas really suck
I got a .40 with a beam and it sound like a stump
She said, I talk about the money too much, I don't get it
I'd rather work my ass off, lil baby, I ain't gon' sit on it
These niggas talkin' bout some drugs, man, you niggas gotta zip
If I see that nigga chain, boy oh boy, he gon' strip it
Talkin' bout fallin' off, lil' nigga, I got pape
If you worryin' bout these niggas, I'ma think your ass is gay
My life f*cked up, I woke up and said, f*ck today
A nigga lookin' at me wrong, sprayin' bullets in his face
Put 20 bands on his head, I bet he dead the next week
I ain't worryin' bout these niggas, cause these niggas talkin' sweet
That nigga snitched' for a burger, dude, switched up' for some cheese
I need a blower in my hand, call ' M5 for the heat
Man, you gotta watch your mans, cause this shit getting wicked
These niggas toting' heavy metal, but these niggas niggas is bitches
My girl said she need a bag, go ahead and pick it
I ain't worryin' bout the price, cause I grind for the riches
They said I got some old stuff, lil' nigga, this classic
I been speedin' in this foreign with a blower and traffic,
Dude Talkin' bout some pape, lil' nigga, not having it
The percs got my nigga foaming' out the mouth like he rabbit
I got a cooker in the kitchen
I had to leave my old bitch, that lil' bitch was trickin
She was f*ckin' everybody, niggas thought that I was pimpin
And I thought about marryin' this bitch, this shit is sickenin
And that's the reason, I never trust again
He dissing in another state, I'll f*ck around and spin
Shi, I'm pushin' in these bars, lil' nigga, f*ck a pen
Man these niggas switched up, cause they know I'm gon' win
For the one time, I had to switch the flow
My shit is getting better, plant the seed, we gotta grow
I can tell these niggas bitches, I can hear it in their songs
I ain't worryin' bout that shit, cause my pape too long
Yop, niggas know how I'm comin