(Verse)
Hold up, money talk so you know what?
Ain’t nothing to talk about, ye ain’t got enough
Cuz rock star d** break a b**h heart, no love
Emma Watts, Charlie Sheen, f**in with no scrub
n***as want connects, got no plugs
n***a say they high, got no buzz
Popsicle n***as wanna talk sh** then say you froze up
Young n***as wanna pop pills, just po up
Went on a bang, Went on a bang
b**hes came for me and my n***a easy
Threw that b**h out, got that hoe one way
Said she tryna stay, told that b**h no way
That’s a preme n***a, B ripper, grim reaper
I don’t get mad b**h, I just get even
T-Raw magician, I don’t gotta trick or treat it
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That Ferrari California make a b**h a believer
(Hook)
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you n***as hatin, had to pull my chains out
Make it rain even when it’s rained out
Turn up, bang out
Bang out, bang out
Turn up, b-bang out
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you n***as hatin, had to pull my chains out
(Verse)
Met a b**h last night, won’t believe it
f** her so hard, b**h probably stopped breathing
k**ed the p**y, in the hotel screamin
Knock knock, going in like the housekeeper
The room, keep it
I f**ed now I don’t need it
T-Raw semen splattered on a b**h beaver
Pipe dreamin, f**in with a real baller
The b**h is a b**h so I’m gon call er
Then they act up, call the backup
Don’t matter, as if she ever mattered
b**h shut up, throw it up, I throw the set up
Tell her sit up, got her face down, b**h don’t put yo head up
Yea, bitin on er ear
Got a old b**h, p**y like souvenir
I hop up in it, n***a I ain’t never scared
Closet full of straps and the condom right here
What I got?
(Hook)
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you n***as hatin, had to pull my chains out
Make it rain even when it’s rained out
Turn up, bang out
Bang out, bang out
Turn up, b-bang out
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you n***as hatin, had to pull my chains out
(Verse)
Beef on the street, to the beach I be rollin
Never see me strollin, 40’s I be holdin
Girls in the daisies, drive easy crazy
Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC
Rollin down French, I don’t see the hoes jockin
Sunday nights poppin, see the foes hoppin
My stereo’s bumpin that ATL funk
You can call it what you want
Either way the sh** bump
I’m a evil motherf**er ready to tear sh** up
I’mma put these things on you and never let up
See my mama, she was home when I was born
Bet a n***a like to eat sh** than never been born
But I ain’t going out unless 30 n***as die
I’m dyin anyway so I’m thinkin suicide
Shut the f** up n***a cuz you ain’t seen sh**
I’m bout to take this blade and straight up rip
A b**h is a b**h
So if I’m poor or rich
I talk in the exact same pitch
Now the title of b**h don’t apply to all women
But all women have a little b**h in em