Yeah, my bitch she bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing My bitch bunkin' She only clap that ass for me My bitch bunkin' 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 We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga I throw that cash in the air This shit feel great, my nigga (I don't know if you know how it feel To ride down Sunset, watching the sunset California, Los Angeles nigga, what's happenin' though?) My bitch grind My boo not know I'm thugging, from the Slums She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks Fuck it months Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run I got my motherfucking J's on Finna hit Arkansas get these OXYs off Come back to L.A., fight my case Where I'm from it's bang or ball Fucking bitches like yo misses Flip em' like the case of raw Back to business flipping digits Splitting switches with my niggas Came from nothing, from nothing to something Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging Coming out the county jail smell like public Yo momma love it, got your main bitch On my side on time, nigga my bitch she bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing My bitch bunkin' She only clap that ass for me My bitch bunkin' 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 We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga I throw that cash in the air This shit feel great, my nigga Now don't it feel great When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates With a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini Make a home girl hate Just a trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day Living proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki's Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case And I ain't gon' stop Teaching you the shit that you ain't know about From aside when I rhymed thinkin' ain't no Glock Stop cuffing that bitch, like she ain't no thot Racks on the air, think it ain't gonna drop Even if not, bet the brain on fire Nigga 14 years I remain on fire Men with me too, but the game don't lie Still up to the same old shit Bang on the pussy nigga they ain't know shit Stop playing with the pussy you know you dont want this Shot the fuck down or yo ass gon get it In public, it's nothing I'm right back in my bucket Ain't what you do it's how you does it and we does it cuzin Yeah, my bitch she bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing My bitch bunkin' She only clap that ass for me My bitch bunkin' 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 We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga I throw that cash in the air This shit feel great, my nigga Make me harder, miss your daughter She just wanna lay and party Be my naughty girl in college Fuck you all the time, I'm tired Wake up on it, this that early morning tap that wet, wet You know a nigga love breakfast, Imma bite that Got money in the mattress, where I hide it at Counting all of that, fuck all them other niggas They don't know what to do with all that That's a matter fact, get on my lap Put you on the map, took you out the trap From my condo to a large estate, got double gates If I catch a case would you wait on me And build me up again, if so Yeah my niggas thuggin' Poppin' rubber-bands Money in my hand, double cuppin' With that Sprite mix it with Zan We some Zombies here to tonight, slow motion yo bitch choosin' She said "don't they call you Breezy?" I told that bitch "I'm coolin'" 100 million dollars, got a hundred on my chain She got a million dollar body, with a hundred dollar brain Yeah your booty like a pumpkin And my bitch she be bunkin' My bitch she bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing My bitch bunkin' She only clap that ass for me My bitch bunkin' 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 We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga I throw that cash in the air This shit feel great, my nigga