Bring 'Em Out

Yeah, that too

(Playboy on this bitch, but he ain't playin' though)

Bring 'em out

For that money, I'ma rush all day

Ain't no trippin', they bring it, I could it up now

I ain't hear nothin' y'all say

They don't know I came up from the bottom

But they know that these **** be flodgin'

She don't fuck with me 'cause of a dollar

From the hood, but shorty a model

If I see the lil' bitch, I run down on a bitch, I don't bust it from out of the car

I got bitches roll 6's, on God

Lockin' in like she a lil' boy

Ain't no holdin' nothin' back, I go hard

How I live, I be playin' my cards

On the real, I got bro with the rod

He gon' shoot it the minute he saw it

He gon' take off, I'm pointin' the mozzie

Get that money and fuck on these hoes

Run it up and then stick to the code

Double up, it's the life that he chose

I be steppin' in Margiela more

I got Louboutin all on my clothes

On these pills, I be tweakin', I'm froze

Hunnid, hunnid, took straight off his nose

Hunnid, hunnid, watch straight off his nose

My baby a baby, be screamin' out, "Slatt"

Spend a check and I'm gettin' it back

Real gangster, ride 'round in a Lac'

Hand out money so bro get a pack

Every couple months, I give her a bag

Every two weeks, she go get her a wax

Let 'em keep talkin', I been on his ass

Let 'em keep talkin', I been on his ass

I'ma spin on his ass, I'm blow out his mind

Let off a shot, you on war with the slime

Ride in the front, do the dash, I'm slidin'

Pullin' straight up with your bitch on the side

Pull up, start dumpin' and send 'em a sign

Real gangsters, they know he a hoe, he be hidin'

Like a soul or show, we gon' send a deposit

Turn up, bad, yeah

I'm the one you talk 'bout with these hoes

I got cash, yeah, I fill up my pocket with these rolls

I'm the man, yeah, asked her for to leave, she ain't wan' go

I'm in a bang, yeah, I got drums, don't nobody need sticks if you ain't know

I can dig up some gold like LSU

Make a beat with the Glock like I'm Southern

She be talkin' to me like a baby

Had to ask the lil' hoe, "Where your mother went?"

Don't wan' fuck her, I lie, been celibate

Play that role until you come relevant

Give a bag, I know they gon' step on shit

I play dumb, don't wan' hear what they tellin' me

I'm a gangsta for real, ain't no cappin'

If I tell 'em to kill, they gon' stamp it

I be thuggin' for real, I don't panic

You could play, send a shot at yo' mammy

Findin' money around like some dandrfuff

I be dancin' like Elvis, go Manson

Helter Skelter, I kill a whole clan in

Sell product, then I go back to plannin'

She ain't right tryna trap with a baby

I'ma throw me one back and go brazy

She gon' find out 'bout that and go crazy

Stay down, kept it real and he made it

They be thinkin' that Baba Jamaican

He gon' go to the max, he a madman

I got Molly, in me like a beach tan

I put J on my feet with them old bands

I went bought 23 with the old money

I could go pull out some old hunnids

I got a whole lot of new money

I say a word, get you fronted

I say a word, get you knocked off

I take the charge, it's my fault

I send them youngins to spin where you be at to knock you off and your bro, dog

And I get the addy or drop where you be at, we gon' blow it and tear the whole house down

And I'm on the block where you barely could be at

It won't take you that long to get shot down

If they deep as a bitch, I'ma spray around

Hit the trap in the north where I'm hardly found

Old heads, they evict, they gon' roll around

If they know that they got it, they do it now

I got money

That's it? Man, you got me trippin' in this bitch, man