Budd Dwyer - $crimmage lyrics

[Intro] Uhh, $crim! Yeah, ain't really much to say I know you hear that tho [Verse 1] Bad b**h in designer Gucci, Louis, 'Bana She feelin' on her boy cause [?] my pyjamas Jocin with the homies, smokin' marijuana I beat the p**y up then I tell her pop a Soma Miss me with that drama Ain't got no baby momma Short on my money? Well then we have a problem I just got a check, pill poppin' then I swallow Wait up by the hour, then I'm ducckin' till I fall out They gon' respect my hustle, I know this sh** be torture I do this for a livin', you're a 9 to 5 worker A motherf**in' genius, haters feelin' clueless Solve rubics cube the music how you feelin? I'm guessin' stupid [Hook x2] $crimmy got them b**hes slinging out my car Lungs like Rufio, poppin' on the Xanny bars Callin' on my 'migo, I need a pack tomorrow Get money young homie and [?] [Verse 2] I be ridin' solo [?] Rappin' and producin', G*59 CEO though Smokin' on that dojo These rappers is soso Make them b**hes sing like [?] Whatchu wanna do? A 50 times 2 That's 100 motherf**er and I'm feelin' bulletproof Ass I'mma show, hoes I'mma do [?] k** 'em, say it oooooooohhh [Bridge] $crimmy like 'em wet $crimmy like them checks $crimmy let it go b**hes love my s** $crimmy like 'em wet $crimmy like them checks $crimmy let it go And these b**hes love my s** [Hook x4] $crimmy got them b**hes slinging out my car Lungs like Rufio, poppin' on the Xanny bars Callin' on my 'migo, I need a pack tomorrow Get money young homie and [?]