Bunkin' (feat. Jay 305 & T.I.)

Where my real bitches at?

One hunnid

Keep that shit one hunnid

One hunnid

Yeah, my bitch she bunkin' (Bitch she bunkin')

She went from nothin' now she somethin'

My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')

She only clap that ass for me

My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')

I taught her how to whip a key

Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)

She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)

In fifties, hunnids, all dat (All dat)

Money is money my ****, even small stacks (Yeah, yeah)

We on right now so you may have to wait my **** (Wait my ****)

I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great my **** (Shit feel great my ****)

I don't know if you know how it feel to ride out in sunset watchin' the sunset

California, Los Angeles ****

What's happenin' though? (Look)

My bitch grind (My bitch grind)

My boo now know I'm thuggin', from the slums (I'm from the slums)

She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns (She hold my guns)

Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks, fuckin' months (Fuckin' months)

Told her hold my spot down, I'm on the run

I got my motherfuckin' J's on

Finna hit Arkansas

Get these OXYs off

Come back to L.A., wipe my case

Where I'm from it's bang or ball

Fuckin' bitches like yo' misses

Flip 'em like a case of raw

Back in business flippin' digits (Yeah)

Splittin' switches with my **** (Yeah)

Came from nothin', from nothin' to somethin' (Yeah)

Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thuggin'

Comin' out the county jail smell like public

Yo' momma love it

Got yo' main bitch on my side on time, ****

My bitch she bunkin' (Bitch she bunkin')

She went from nothin' now she somethin'

My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')

She only clap that ass for me

My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')

I taught her how to whip a key

Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)

She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)

In fifties, hunnids, all dat (All dat)

Money is money my ****, even small stacks (Yeah, yeah)

We on right now so you may have to wait my **** (Wait my ****)

I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great my **** (Shit feel great my ****)

(Hey, hey)

Now don't it feel great

When you ridin' through the hood when you known as Bill Gates?

Yeah, with a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini make a home girl hate

Just a trap **** known to have a quarter mil' a day

****, proof that sellin' drugs on the corner still pay

I make a hundred G's, spend forty on keys

Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case (What?)

Yeah, and I ain't gon' stop

Teachin' you the shit that you ain't know 'bout

On my side when I rhyme, think it ain't no Glock

Stop cuffin' that bitch like she ain't no thot

Hey, racks on that ass, think it ain't gon' drop?

Even if not, but the brain on fire

**** fourteen years I remain on fire

Men do, women too but the game don't lie

Hey, still up to the same old shit

Bang on a pussy ****, they ain't no shit

Stop playin' with the pussy, you know you don't want this

Shut the fuck down or yo ass gon' get it

In public, it nothin' (It nothin')

I'm right back in my bunkin'

Ain't what you do it how you does it

And we does it cousin

My bitch she bunkin' (Bitch she bunkin')

She went from nothin' now she somethin'

My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')

She only clap that ass for me

My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')

I taught her how to whip a key

Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)

She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)

In fifties, hunnids, all dat (All dat)

Money is money my ****, even small stacks (Yeah, yeah)

We on right now so you may have to wait my **** (Wait my ****)

I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great my **** (Shit feel great my ****)

Make me harder, miss your daughter

She just wanna lay and party

Be my naughty girl in college

Fuck you all the time, I'm tired

Wake up on it, it's that

Early mornin', tap that wet-wet (Whoo)

You know a **** love breakfast, I'ma bite that

Got money in the mattress, where I hide it at? (Yeah)

She countin' all of that (Yeah)

Fuck all a dem ****

They don't know what to do with all that

As a matter o' fact get on my lap

Put you on the map, take you out the trap (Trap)

From a condo to a larger state, got double gates

If I catch a case, would you wait on me and build me up again?

If so (If so, if so)

Yeah my **** thuggin' (Yeah)

Poppin' rubber bands, money in my hands

Double cuppin' with the Sprite, mix it with Xans

With some zombies here tonight

Slow motion, your bitch choosin'

She said, "Don't they call you Breezy?"

I told that bitch, "I'm coolin'"

With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain

She got a million dollar body with a hunnid dollar brain

Girl your booty like a pumpkin (Like a pumpkin)

And my bitch she be bunkin' (Yeah, yeah)

My bitch she bunkin' (Bitch she bunkin')

She went from nothin' now she somethin'

My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')

She only clap that ass for me

My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')

I taught her how to whip a key

Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)

She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)

In fifties, hunnids, all dat (All dat)

(All dat, all dat)

Money is money my ****, even small stacks (Yeah, yeah)

We on right now so you may have to wait my **** (Wait my ****)

I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great my **** (Shit feel great my ****)