Текст песни My Shit - Bizzy Banks

Get money
What?

I wish a nigga would move wrong (what?)
I finger that bitch with my jewels on (aha)
I told my ex that I moved on (I told that bitch that I)
Ain′t sippin' on Henny, that′s too strong (ha)
She tryna be in my new song (what?)
I used to hit with my shoes on

She askin' me why I treat her like a leg (ha-ha)
'Cause you ain′t my bitch
Drippy shooter, I still be in fly shit
Tell the oppositions, "Get off my dick"
What you spend on jeans, I spent up on my grip
Fly nigga, five bands on my fit
Crusin′ in the Maybach, bumpin' my shit
Throw the C′s up, bumpin' Pop shit (ayo, Cigg)

I ain′t talkin' space, but nigga we′ll sky shit
We a rocket, check ya pockets, you ain't got shit
Broke niggas hatin' in my comments, tell ′em, "Stop it"
What′s a demon to a fuckin' goblin?
It don′t matter 'cause they both spooky, nigga
We could pop out on ′em, make a movie nigga, me and Ruggy, nigga

I tell 'em I′m playin' just to win
Better watch how you flexin', nigga, this is not a gym
My niggas shootin′ at the rim
Dead ass, we′ll shoot him out his Timbs
Only spinnin' if it′s tints
That nigga pussy, I know he got a scent
Put his shooter on the bench

My shooter got shot, I kept it ever since
'Cause I ain′t playin' with these niggas
Ain′t no time for the talkin', you see them
Start sprayin' on these niggas (rrah, rrah-rrah-rrah)
Turn these niggas into ashes
These niggas pussy, when they see me, they be askin′ me for passes
If he movin′, nigga, blast 'em

I wish a nigga would move wrong (move wrong)
I finger that bitch with my jewels on (aha)
I told my ex that I moved on (I told that bitch that I)
Ain′t sippin' on Henny, that′s too strong (too strong)
She tryna be in my new song (what?)
I used to hit with my shoes on

She askin' me why I treat her like a leg (ha-ha)
′Cause you ain't my bitch
Drippy shooter, I still be in fly shit
Tell the oppositions, "Get off my dick"
What you spend on jeans, I spent up on my grip
Fly nigga, five bands on my fit
Crusin' in the Maybach, bumpin′ my shit
Throw the C′s up, bumpin' Pop shit (ayo, Cigg)