My Bitches Get Money (ft. Gucci Mane)

My bitches 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 bitches chase money

I’m cashing out for 100 P’s

Put em straight in the trap and then it collect the green

Your bitches want to caress the young slime king

Your old man want to arrest me for some slime things

I’m a fucking 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 niggas 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

These niggas ain’t got no money to dress like I dress

These niggas 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 bitch

My chef got on Ferragamos, nigga cook that shit

I got that stupid bread, my mama don’t got to want for shit

I bought a hard top Lamb, didn’t even want the shit

1017 brick squad, bitch I own that shit

A nigga disrespect me, I can’t condone that shit

I got a 10 O clock appointment at the office, trick

They pour a half a pint of lean in that coffee bitch