Slim 400 - G$Fb lyrics

[Hook] Gettin' money, f**in' b**hes And I ride the main line, up and down Rosecrans I'm gon' shine Gettin' money, f**in' b**hes And I be on that Pac sh**, Long Beach Boulevard, I knock sh** Gettin' money, f**in' b**hes And you already know, dope come first, you gotta hold Gettin' money, f**in' b**hes My side b**h on the corner, my Barbie b**h is with a tool Gettin' money, f**in' b**hes [Verse 1] Gettin' money, f** snitches, boo-boo in a ditch Beat up a n***a who diss, cause he ain't with the sh** He ain't a P, I don't trip Then I'm back up in the fast lane gettin' to the money Your b**h is ho-in', these b**hes love money, get with it So I put 'em on, all of 'em grown, they get dope And all you need to do is just give 'em a lil' coke So I slide that knowin' you hide that, pa** the bomb back Gon' and s** the dick before you get a little bread And I'ma hit the [?] double up [?] So I smacked the booty, eyes locked, Henny in my hand Throw the brand up, different feeling, drivin' [?] I made it My n***as are payin', and I ain't takin' no payments [Hook] [Verse 2] Ol' raggedy a** b**h Throwin' tantrums, I'm tryna handle sh** All this arguin' outside the house Don't you start, I'ma knock your a** out You don't wanna ho, that's cool You gon' get a job or take your a** to school b**h we need all them financials Or I can put you in a car to Seattle And we gon' be good when them pills hit Set up shop in your hood like a pilgrim My b**h envyin', they switch life divvyin' No Gilligan, the K lit, hit civilians Ooh the nerve of n***as I found my own lane, why they mergin' with us? Money in the air, f** birds and feelings They're for my n***as still servin' a sentence [Hook] [Verse 3] Only want 4, I used to knock hoes When it got slow, I used to rob Why you f**in' with them lame n***as? I'm the same n***a that flame n***as, I bang n***as I was only 18 when I was pimpin' Set that b**h down right by Disney Land I'd rather give you my b**h Than to let you sip on my last ounce of Actavis Now it's back to them bands Back to them grands, whole lot of sh** on my hands What's happenin? All in South Central, I was pimpin' I was servin' them n***as like evictions Look, kick back smokin' Backwoods Without a real ho your pimpin' ain't that good They ain't nothin' but a b**h to me And y'all know that b**hes ain't sh** to me [Hook]