O.T. Genasis - Help A b**h Out lyrics

[Intro: O.T. Genasis] YungLan on da Track Whatchu want? Get it then [Chorus: O.T. Genasis] I think I'ma help a b**h out I think I'ma help a b**h out (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) I think I'ma help a b**h out I think I'ma help a b**h out How much your car, lil' b**h? (Uh huh) How much your rent, lil' b**h? How much your bag, lil' b**h? I'm 'bout to spend this sh** I think I'ma help a b**h out I think I'ma help a b**h out [Verse 1: Snow Tha Product] I don't need no help, I don't need a man I need me a bad one on a Perc' or Xan A lap to dance, some racks, and a bag of bands And goddamn Mexican, don't give a workin' hand Pretty b**hes in the clique like ooh f** around get in the middle like ooh Do you need help? Do your baby need food? I'm a pretty girl, need a pretty girl like you I got Hennessy in my cup Ain't no jealousy, b**h. I'm up That boy 'bout to catch some feelings She's about to catch some one's Baby girl faded and I'm really out of it (outta it) Princess cuts, I'm Disney channellin' I got a bag baby what's happenin' Know when you cash women's empowerment I be stuntin' on these boys Mamacita bring the noise You just keep that a** in motion I'ma keep that a** employed She told me my highlight poppin' Asked me if my hair was real So I asked about her booty She said, "Baby how's it feel?" [Chorus: O.T. Genasis] I think I'ma help a b**h out I think I'ma help a b**h out (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) I think I'ma help a b**h out I think I'ma help a b**h out How much your car, lil' b**h? (Uh huh) How much your rent, lil' b**h? How much your bag, lil' b**h? I'm 'bout to spend this sh** I think I'ma help a b**h out I think I'ma help a b**h out [Verse 2: O.T. Genasis & Snow Tha Product, Both] Stand up you know I do it Street money you know what I'm doin' Ramp it up, I be gettin' to it (run it up) Jewelry on you know I be coolin' (sauce, sauce, sauce) Goin thru these racks I got packs Shoppin' spree, Neiman's, Barney's, Sak's Snowie get the baddies, that's a fact b**h is crazy but the booty fat Man, I got these fake a** ballers, lame as f** They fake, just skunkies, boys ain't throwin' out I got her t**n', droppin', doin' tricks, she too much for a dollar f** you want, f** up-front I'm about make 'em sick Man I got the vip, I throw up a grip And a b**h gon f** it up again [Chorus: O.T. Genasis] I think I'ma help a b**h out I think I'ma help a b**h out (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) I think I'ma help a b**h out I think I'ma help a b**h out How much your car, lil' b**h? (Uh huh) How much your rent, lil' b**h? How much your bag, lil' b**h? I'm 'bout to spend this sh** I think I'ma help a b**h out I think I'ma help a b**h out