Bitch, you don't make enough, make enough
I got way more than enough, in that trust
I don't do this shit for them, this shit for us
Shit for us, shit for us, Yeah
Hopped off the porch, got a money bag for lunch, yeah
Play with us, go and try your luck
Bitch, road runnin', I ain't runnin' out of bucks
Yeah, big body, that's a tank that's rollin' up
Yeah, big body pullin' up in Tonka truck
I don't trust no one at all, you motherf*cks
Brand new foreign, I was on the bus
Broke bitch mad at me cause she can't walk with us
Yeah, good exotics, nigga, I'm gettin' high as f*ck
Do the dash, leave that Broke boy in the dust
Bitch, I don't need pills to feel like this, I don't do no drugs
I might spend a quarter million just because
Not my fam, not my dawg, not my cuz
Who the f*ck are you, bitch, I ain't who I was
I see red, nigga, all I smell is blood
Niggas play with me, I crash out just because
Bitch, you don't make enough, make enough
I got way more than enough, in that trust
I don't do this shit for them, this shit for us
Shit for us, shit for us, Yeah
Hopped off the porch, got a money bag for lunch, yeah
Play with us, go and try your luck
Bitch, road runnin', I ain't runnin' out of bucks
Yeah, big body, that's a tank that's rollin' up
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Bitch, you don't make enough, make enough
I got way more than enough, in that trust
I don't do this shit for them, this shit for us
Shit for us, shit for us, Yeah
Hopped off the porch, got a money bag for lunch, yeah
Play with us, go and try your luck
Bitch, road runnin', I ain't runnin' out of bucks
Yeah, big body, that's a tank that's rollin' up
Yeah, big body pullin' up in Tonka truck
I don't trust no one at all, you motherf*cks
Brand new foreign, I was on the bus
Broke bitch mad at me cause she can't walk with us
Yeah, good exotics, nigga, I'm gettin' high as f*ck
Do the dash, leave that Broke boy in the dust
Bitch, I don't need pills to feel like this, I don't do no drugs
I might spend a quarter million just because
Not my fam, not my dawg, not my cuz
Who the f*ck are you, bitch, I ain't who I was
I see red, nigga, all I smell is blood
Niggas play with me, I crash out just because
Bitch, you don't make enough, make enough
I got way more than enough, in that trust
I don't do this shit for them, this shit for us
Shit for us, shit for us, Yeah
Hopped off the porch, got a money bag for lunch, yeah
Play with us, go and try your luck
Bitch, road runnin', I ain't runnin' out of bucks
Yeah, big body, that's a tank that's rollin' up
I got way more than enough, in that trust
I don't do this shit for them, this shit for us
Shit for us, shit for us, Yeah
Hopped off the porch, got a money bag for lunch, yeah
Play with us, go and try your luck
Bitch, road runnin', I ain't runnin' out of bucks
Yeah, big body, that's a tank that's rollin' up
Yeah, big body pullin' up in Tonka truck
I don't trust no one at all, you motherf*cks
Brand new foreign, I was on the bus
Broke bitch mad at me cause she can't walk with us
Yeah, good exotics, nigga, I'm gettin' high as f*ck
Do the dash, leave that Broke boy in the dust
Bitch, I don't need pills to feel like this, I don't do no drugs
I might spend a quarter million just because
Not my fam, not my dawg, not my cuz
Who the f*ck are you, bitch, I ain't who I was
I see red, nigga, all I smell is blood
Niggas play with me, I crash out just because
Bitch, you don't make enough, make enough
I got way more than enough, in that trust
I don't do this shit for them, this shit for us
Shit for us, shit for us, Yeah
Hopped off the porch, got a money bag for lunch, yeah
Play with us, go and try your luck
Bitch, road runnin', I ain't runnin' out of bucks
Yeah, big body, that's a tank that's rollin' up
Writer: Lamar Bridges
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