My bitch bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing She only clap that ass for me I taught her how to whip a key Now my trap jumpin' She bring that dough to me how I want it In fifties, hundreds, all that Money is money, my nigga Even small stacks

I'm a nigga and I can't go outside I'm a Chicano and I can't go outside We looking bad on the news black on black homicide I need them dollars, got these problems with this llama on my mind They make it harder by the day, gotta keep this hope alive

Niggas be like "give me this, give me that, give me a lot" Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie Nigga, gimmie got shot Nigga gimmie got shot Gimme this, gimme that, gimme a lot Niggas be like "give me a hand out" Gimmie, gimmie My whole life ain't nobody gimme

Soon as I thought I was having a good time This nigga think he slick See, everybody trying hit me with the homie convo And the homie convo Turn into the money convo (I ain't gon' beat around the bush my nigga Let a nigga borrow a couple hundred dollars

All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down Screaming like ayo Fuck 'em both like ayo I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home But don't be acting like I need you I'ma take her ass down when she bring her friend around We popping like

My bitches love me, yeah (love me, yeah) My bitches love me, yeah My bitches love me, yeah (yeah) I get her Gucci (aye) They give me loyalty I got it untucked We up in Barney's (aye) I'm a good lookin' nigga, I'ma stunt (I'ma stunt) Said, I'm a good

Don't talk to me, get your bread up We eatin', all my niggas fed up Bitch broke, shut up And we used to fuck but I got fed up Bitch you broke, shut up Yeah we used to fuck but I got fed up You a ho rat, that pussy throwback I’m tryna fuck, you ain’t

Move bitch, a nigga need a little space Ayy, damn this beat got bass I been on the fo' block, I been on the A Gun upon my waist like I'm tryna catch a case Stank look on my face, that's too much drugs and drank What you think I do? I buy more drugs and

Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Taste, taste, let you get a taste Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say It's all the same, like Mary-Kate Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy

Uh, uh, uh, uh I just bought me a handgun and that shit came with the drum Do a nigga fast like And-1, I need a bag then and some I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci rug Eat it up, then slide in her, make her tell me who she love Stay laced up I mix