Letras
Womp
This the shit them haters talk about
This the shit that they gon play up at ya daughter house
This the shit you play when you been paid and ballin' out
This the shit that add some commas to ya bank account
Pfft fuck they talkin' bout
Pfft fuck they talkin' bout
Money goin dummy
It go brrrr like my body count
Pfft fuck they talkin' bout
Pfft fuck they talkin' bout
Money goin dummy
It go brrrr like my body count
Smokin' joe exotic
While I'm carrolin' a stick
Bro was baskin' in the glory
Like her husband he got hit
There's a hunned fuckin' reasons
Ima tell you you a bitch
I mean I don't condone no violence
But I'm with all kinds of shit
Oh this a hit it's not a sleeper
Been up 3 days off a beeper
I'ma pour a litre while I peep some Justin Bieber
Need me a Selena
I'm on go when I touch the meds
Locked in with my brothers
Like the eyebrows up on bennys head
They don't shoot no blancos
They gon pop it like a fuckin' x
Made him work on dyin'
In this bitch BNYX
Womp
This the shit them haters talk about
This the shit that they gon play up at ya daughter house
This the shit you play when you been paid and ballin' out
This the shit that add some commas to ya bank account
Pfft fuck they talkin' bout
Pfft fuck they talkin' bout
Money goin dummy
It go brrrr like my body count
Pfft fuck they talkin' bout
Pfft fuck they talkin' bout
Money goin dummy
It go brrrr like my body count
Upped the switch that bitch go, like a money counter
Naw but I don't trust they ass, think there's something funny bout 'em
Jit a sweet lick, I ran off, now he lookin' sour
Tired of giving ops the belt, pop out give they ass the paddle
I told auntie to clean her face, I still see some powder