Seezyn - IN & OUT lyrics

[Intro: Seezyn] Yeah [?] That was a little weak, lemme do another one [?] I like that one Look [Chorus: Seezyn] Lotta b*tches comin' in, lotta b*tches comin' out (Comin' out, comin') Get the fu*k out (fu*k out) Lotta money comin' in, lotta money comin' out (Comin' out, oh) Make it rain down, oh Got a lotta M, M, M's in my future now (In my future right now, yeah) Lotta Benjamins ringin' my line, yeah, I need 'em right now (Right now) I don't know [Verse 1: Seezyn] Yeah, b*tch on my line (Huh, dime) She done called me 'bout one, two, three, four, five times (Times) Dick getting too crazy (Yeah) I done put it down, got his lil' b*tch outta her mind (Yeah) But she fine, so [?] Lil' baby stylin', oh yeah, shе profilin' (Yeah) I come from the trеnches, where they keep it violent (Keep it violent) And if you seen it go down, just keep it silent (Shh) [?] me drippin', lil' baby I'm not tryin' (Tryin') [?] as the b*tches be tryin' (Tryin') But that sh*t don't impress me (No) What impress me is what you do on them knees [Chorus: Seezyn & Clever] Lotta b*tches comin' in, lotta b*tches comin' out (Comin' out, comin') Get the fu*k out (fu*k out) Lotta money comin' in, lotta money comin' out (Comin' out, oh) Make it rain down, oh Got a lotta M, M, M's in my future now (In my future right now, yeah) Lotta Benjamins ringin' my line, yeah, I need 'em right now I don't know (Uh) [Verse 2: Clever] Murdered Roxanne with a gun in his hand Think he just popped a Xan at the entrance And there she stands with a pretty little face Got the whole fu*kin' place feelin' interested Ooh, that's me with the semi out With the M, M, M's in my bank account With the "I don't give a fu*k what you think about it" Sayin' that sh*t, talkin' reckless I'ma need to represent the gang on a necklace b*tch, you know that money ain't the thing, cut the check, b*tch You ain't spend no money on the chain, but you desperate You ain't got no money, why you came? Hit the exit, ooh All them M's in my future right now You could talk sh*t, b*tch, I'ma shoot you, pipe down My woman told me that "your money folding up" Ask me why my b*tch got Gucci nightgowns [Chorus: Seezyn] Lotta b*tches comin' in, lotta b*tches comin' out (Comin' out, comin') Get the fu*k out (fu*k out) Lotta money comin' in, lotta money comin' out (Comin' out, oh) Make it rain down, oh Got a lotta M, M, M's in my future now (In my future right now, yeah) Lotta Benjamins ringin' my line, yeah, I need 'em right now I don't know [Outro: Clever] Murdered Roxanne with a gun in his hand Think he just popped a Xan at the entrance And there she stands with a pretty little face Got the whole fu*kin' place feelin' interested, ooh