It's done.
Bitches getting sticks of dynamite stuck up their ass.
It's a big thing, Aunt Beasy.
You know how we do it?
Uh-huh, for sure.
Man, old school about to * on you bitches.
You know what I mean?
With that player hustler *, you know, bitch?
Rip the sheds.
You ain't knowing.
Three times, Mike.
Girl.
Girl.
Banking on bitches.
Banking on bitches.
It's nothing.
It's so easy.
It's probably like, oh boy, it's nothing.
I run with bitches that's sitting on half a mil.
I've seen a guy go house in heels.
Make some bread, but keep it real.
You wanted to ball, now how'd that feel?
And still, getting these niggas for they script.
We plotting millionaire schemes with some millionaire skills.
We some thug bitches.
Niggas some all up in the club, bitches.
You see some ballers making great bread to get the ditches.
I never like to kick it.
All my bitches come and game truck.
Psych with it.
All motherfucking ass with it.
Y'all out the door off the hook.
I'm back on the hanger with it.
Chicken with bread.
Probably me nigga take my cut.
Hip to DJ.
Stack it, though.
Make booze.
* feelings, bitches.
Floss out.
Close your mouth.
* talk.
We show and prove silky.
Mean over my face.
Twink my eyes.
Sav out.
Work your mind.
Still hustling.
Do it now.
Switching names.
Still doing big things.
It don't cease.
Global fire.
They're bonafide with a platinum mouthpiece.
We nationwide bitches.
Some don't die bitches.
We straight thug bitches.
All up in the club, bitches.
Packing the spill, bitches.
Keep it the real, bitches.
Hustling around the globe, bitches.
West Coast flow, bitches.
We nationwide bitches.
Some don't die, bitches.
We straight thug bitches.
All up in the club, bitches.
Packing the spill, bitches.
Keep it the real, bitches.
Packing the spill, bitches.
Big bang go, bitches.
Another funny day in the bank with a whole damn gang.
As I smash on the gas to get my cash every * day.
The game don't stop.
We gotta keep hustling.
We bitches on our own.
Straight struggling.
Guzzling gin.
Sipping on hen.
We out to win.
Trying to stay out the pit.
Bitches must balling again.
Still gas free.
Dip down that foot hip strip.
I live and die for the *.
So underground I sit.
We brainstorms and reigns to every domain.
From the deep ghetto plains to the evil terrain.
We bring a bitch.
Mallow and tear him apart.
Tear him apart.
We make hoes with no flows.
From the heart.
Got no love for the art.
This is feline science, bitch.
Count the chicks.
Super fly hoes.
Man, bitches running *.
Running *.
With the masses or ass kicks.
CMG, young conscious.
Steve Phippen, you a passage.
We nationwide, bitches.
Some don't we die, bitches.
We straight thug, bitches.
All up in the club, bitches.
Packing the spill, bitches.
Keeping it real, bitches.
Tossing around the globe, bitches.
West Coast pro, bitches.
We nationwide, bitches.
Some don't we die, bitches.
We straight thug, bitches.
All up in the club, bitches.
Packing the spill, bitches.
Keeping it real, bitches.
Stacking the spill, bitches.
Big bang, gold, bitches.
All up in the VIP.
We on some Calipop, ballistic *.
Trying to stay rich in this.
Drunk as * off some XO.
Chick checking hoes.
Trying to waste drink on my clothes.
I feel they stepping on my toes.
I suppose that's somebody on the busted nose.
That's how the game go.
Make them suckers stay low.
I'm serious about my pesos.
And ice around my ankle.
Like platinum where my chain go.
Ice around my ankle.
We got dropped off in a hot Durango.
We went to Jamaica.
Got a foot massage just to get that mango.
You brought my gong up with a verbal Drano.
High tech, new millennium bitch, you the same old Plano.
California Bay area, living sunshine, bitches.
Hate to see us come and crush your spine with one line, bitches.
Yeah, aight, bitches?
We gon' pop it, baby, straight from the block.
They'll come text me, no stress, mid-flips, grip and text, ah, ah, ah.
We nationwide, bitches.
Some do or die, bitches.
We straight thug, bitches.
All up in the club, bitches.
Packing the spill, bitches.
Keeping it real, bitches.
Hustlin' round the globe, bitches.
West Coast crawl, bitches.
We nationwide, bitches.
Some do or die, bitches.
We straight thug, bitches.
All up in the club, bitches.
Packing the spill, bitches.
Keeping it real, bitches.
Stackin' that gold, bitches.
Big bankroll, bitches.