Man these bitches ain't on s**t
Man, I been popping, b***h just check my resume
(League Of Starz)
Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
Can you get it?, ain't no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we gon' get him
I ain't never gave a f*ck about no b***h
'Cause I'm bigger and I'm better
Keep a Smith & Wesson, we can do whatever, ayy
You say you a boss, I know you a lame
And that n***a ugly, what the f*ck you saying?
You ain't getting money girl, you need a plan
You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand
I'm a real bitch, I just be getting bands
Spend and get it back and I split it with my mans
That money in my hands, put it right on your head
Ain't no loss, I'm a boss I can do this s**t again, ayy
Fuck a role, we speak facts
If a lame b***h talking I won't even speak back
Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
Pop up on 'em make a b***h see that, ayy
Fuck all them niggas, we gon' f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b***h you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
Ayy, I'm a real b***h I can't fake s**t
You a f*****g p***y you don't say s**t
You just figured it out, bruh, you late b***h
You a broke b***h you ain't got no bands to play with
Somewhere out in Cali', do the dash in a spaceship
You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain't s**t
You ain't tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch, you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain't us
Fuck all them niggas, we gon' f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b***h you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama, you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon' f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b***h you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama, you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
Bitch bands, bands, gon' f*ck up the dashboard
Bitches want problems, we gon' give 'em what they ask for
That's what this cash for, I need that like a landlord
You bitches half step, somebody please drop a bag on 'em
Bitch why you lying?, you ain't never got no cash hoe
Hoe, you n***a why you trying to act tough?, ain't no straps on you
Bitches turned their back, yeah it's cool, I just stacked on 'em
I was getting money way before I seen rap money
Them hoes hate together when that check end
But b***h you more broke than your best friend
That chop right beside me like my best man
Fuck a wedding when it ring watch her head split
You ain't tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain't us
You ain't tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain't us
Fuck all them niggas we gon' f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b***h you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon' f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b***h you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama, you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
Still living with your mama, you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
Still living with your mama, you ain't hopped off your ass
