paroles de chanson G$FB - RJ , Slim 400 , D-Lo , YG
Gettin'
money,
fuckin'
bitches
And
I
ride
the
main
line,
up
and
down
Rosecrans
I'm
gon'
shine
Gettin'
money,
fuckin'
bitches
And
I
be
on
that
Pac
shit,
Long
Beach
Boulevard,
I
knock
shit
Gettin'
money,
fuckin'
bitches
And
you
already
know,
dope
come
first,
you
gotta
hold
Gettin'
money,
fuckin'
bitches
My
side
bitch
on
the
corner,
my
Barbie
bitch
is
with
a
tool
Gettin'
money,
fuckin'
bitches
Gettin'
money,
fuck
snitches,
boo-boo
in
a
ditch
Beat
up
a
nigga
who
diss,
cause
he
ain't
with
the
shit
He
ain't
a
P,
I
don't
trip
Then
I'm
back
up
in
the
fast
lane
gettin'
to
the
money
Your
bitch
is
ho-in',
these
bitches
love
money,
get
with
it
So
I
put
'em
on,
all
of
'em
grown,
they
get
dope
And
all
you
need
to
do
is
just
give
'em
a
lil'
coke
So
I
slide
that
knowin'
you
hide
that,
pass
the
bomb
back
Gon'
and
suck
the
dick
before
you
get
a
little
bread
And
I'ma
hit
the
[?]
double
up
[?]
So
I
smacked
the
booty,
eyes
locked,
Henny
in
my
hand
Throw
the
brand
up,
different
feeling,
drivin'
[?]
I
made
it
My
niggas
are
payin',
and
I
ain't
takin'
no
payments
Ol'
raggedy
ass
bitch
Throwin'
tantrums,
I'm
tryna
handle
shit
All
this
arguin'
outside
the
house
Don't
you
start,
I'ma
knock
your
ass
out
You
don't
wanna
ho,
that's
cool
You
gon'
get
a
job
or
take
your
ass
to
school
Bitch
we
need
all
them
financials
Or
I
can
put
you
in
a
car
to
Seattle
And
we
gon'
be
good
when
them
pills
hit
Set
up
shop
in
your
hood
like
a
pilgrim
My
bitch
envyin',
they
switch
life
divvyin'
No
Gilligan,
the
K
lit,
hit
civilians
Ooh
the
nerve
of
niggas
I
found
my
own
lane,
why
they
mergin'
with
us?
Money
in
the
air,
fuck
birds
and
feelings
They're
for
my
niggas
still
servin'
a
sentence
Only
want
4,
I
used
to
knock
hoes
When
it
got
slow,
I
used
to
rob
Why
you
fuckin'
with
them
lame
niggas?
I'm
the
same
nigga
that
flame
niggas,
I
bang
niggas
I
was
only
18
when
I
was
pimpin'
Set
that
bitch
down
right
by
DisneyLand
I'd
rather
give
you
my
bitch
Than
to
let
you
sip
on
my
last
ounce
of
Actavis
Now
it's
back
to
them
bands
Back
to
them
grands,
whole
lot
of
shit
on
my
hands
All
in
South
Central,
I
was
pimpin'
I
was
servin'
them
niggas
like
evictions
Look,
kick
back
smokin'
Backwoods
Without
a
real
ho
your
pimpin'
ain't
that
good
They
ain't
nothin'
but
a
bitch
to
me
And
y'all
know
that
bitches
ain't
shit
to
me
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