(Four3va)
I be makin' money, huh, these lil' niggas funny
Why the hell he mad at me? Ah, 'cause his lil' bitch want me
Lil RT, bitch, I be dumpin', on the Westside, C be junkin'
Me and Tony, we in Lenox, we just fucked up us a hundred
We fuck bitches by the dozen
What's a thousand? That ain't nothin'
I won't go for nothin', play with RT, put that boy on crutches
Say he steppin', but he bluffin'
Fuck these bitches, we don't love 'em
If she don't wanna fuck on me, then I'ma pass her to my brother
Thick gay bitch, say she like girls, so I passed her to my sister
When Lil Tony pop out, he be fresh as fuck, bitch, you can't miss him
I been steppin' since a jit, learned how to kill from off my Kindle
Know that time we came through trippin' on they ass, bet they remember
PCF cold like December, Purple jeans, I keep it simple
My new bitch came with some dimples, when she suck me up, it's different
My house big as hell, can't miss it, after I fucked, she said she miss me
Tried to kiss me off the rip, know I had to hit it with the jimmy
Bitch-ass nigga got my drop three months ago, he still ain't killed me
Got some money and threw my glasses on so white folks didn't fear me
Money moves, I see 'em clearly, freaky bitches can't get near me
He said this shit ain't the hardest shit he heard, the fuck he hearin'?
I be makin' money, huh, these lil' niggas funny
Why the hell he mad at me? Ah, 'cause his lil' bitch want me
Lil RT, bitch, I be dumpin', on the Westside, C be junkin'
Me and Tony, we in Lenox, we just fucked up us a hundred
