Young Thug - My b**hes Get Money lyrics

(feat. Gucci Mane) [Hook – Young Thug:] My b**hes be running, they chasing that paper I’ll serve you like waiters, I’m high like a scraper Put a hole in your head, you look like a pacer I’m sliming, I’m coming, know why I look at you funny? My b**hes chase money [x8] [Verse 1 – Young Thug:] I’m cashing out for 100 P’s Put em straight in the trap and then it collect the green Your b**hes want to caress the young slime king Your old man want to arrest me for some slime things I’m a f**ing king cobra Thugger, Thugger, not snitching, but I told ya Catch a trip, now they hit him with that mini chopper I’m not talking Africans but they say blocka blocka I can’t stop I got young n***as standing on the block I told him chill but he refused to stop selling rocks He told me I never need license, he go shoot at cops Put em down, Thugga run round with 100 some rounds Serving in everyone’s town [Hook] [Verse 2 – Gucci Mane:] These n***as ain’t got no money to dress like I dress These n***as don’t show out and be oh so fresh Got red bottoms for me and my chick My camera man got red bottoms on cause I’m so rich My bus driver wearing Louis cause I’m Gucci b**h My chef got on Ferragamos, n***a cook that sh** I got that stupid bread, my mama don’t got to want for sh** I bought a hard top Lamb, didn’t even want the sh** 1017 brick squad, b**h I own that sh** A n***a disrespect me, I can’t condone that sh** I got a 10 O clock appointment at the office, trick They pour a half a pint of lean in that coffee b**h [Hook]