The ones that be talkin' get shit on the worst Do all that flossin got rent on the first

I just might mention your bitch in the verse Hit her one time and then visit the church

Feel I need to pray, and I need the pay And I need it fast, pronto andale

Know Bo got somethin' in the bank Know you good when you fuckin' with the greats

Once it's up, bitch, it's stuck, it's outta space

Outta body, cause a **** outta place Outta pocket, now my pocket's outta space

Bottle rockets make a **** body shake **** gettin' rich on the low

And I'm bout to spend plenty more And I'm spillin' chips on the floor

My bitch like a thick centerfold And I've been a dog on these hoes

Ain't no need to callin these hoes Ain't no need to callin me bro

If it's bread, I already know ****, they be rappin' just for sport

They wont bring that shit up to the North I been on the bread since I was four

**** thirty, hoppin' off the porch You gotta be kiddin' me

Before you get smoked, better fix up your energy Keep it a hundred a century

All of this money was meant for me You lil' dummy, get money or somethin

I got a new strap and I think I love it I'm showin' affection, I'm huggin' the button

Claimin' they like that, but I think they bluffin' And now they move backwards like Benjamin Button

Bitch-ass ****, Bo

I'm tired of **** handlin' shit like a bitch I'ma hop in the whip, get lit than a bitch

Like how many shells can I fit in a clip ****, make a wrong turn, put dents in his shit

I'm tired of **** handlin' shit like a bitch I'ma hop in the whip, get lit than a bitch

Like how many shells can I fit in a clip ****, make a wrong turn, put dents in his shit

I'm tired of **** handlin' shit like a bitch I'ma hop in the whip, get lit than a bitch

Like how many shells can I fit in a clip ****, make a wrong turn, put dents in his shit