Where my real bitches at?
One hunnid
Keep that shit one hunnid
One hunnid

Yeah, my bitch she bunkin’ (Bunkin’)
She went from nothin’, now she somethin’
My bitch bunkin’ (Bunkin’)
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin’ (My bitch bunkin’)
I taught her how to whip a ki’
Now my trap jumpin’ (Yeah, yeah)
She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)
In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that)
Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks (It’s real)
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga (Wait, my nigga)
I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga (It feel great, my nigga)

I don’t know if you know how it feel to ride down Sunset watchin’ the sunset (Damn, bitch)
California, Los Angeles, nigga (That ain’t your problem though)
What’s happenin’ though? Look

My bitch grind (My bitch grind)
My boo now know I’m thuggin’, from the slums (I’m from the slums)
She know I’m in the streets, she hold my guns (She hold my uh)
Ain’t seen my P.O. in weeks, fuckin’ months (Fuckin’ months)
Told her hold my spot, I’m on the run (Skrrt)
I got my motherfuckin’ Js on, finna hit Arkansas
Get these Oxy’s off
Come back to L.A., fight my case
Where I’m from it’s bang or ball
Fuckin’ bitches like yo’ misses
Flip ’em like a case of rum (Yeah)
Back to to business, flippin’ digits (Yeah, yeah)
Splittin’ switches with my niggas (Yeah, yeah)
Came from nothin’, from nothin’ to somethin’ (Yeah, yeah)
Know my struggle, my momma know I’m thuggin’ (Uh, uh)
Comin’ out the county jail, smell like bubbly
Yo’ momma love it
Got your main bitch on my side on time, nigga

My bitch she bunkin’ (Bunkin’)
She went from nothin’, now she somethin’
My bitch bunkin’ (Bunkin’)
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin’ (My bitch bunkin’)
I taught her how to whip a ki’
Now my trap jumpin’ (Yeah, yeah)
She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)
In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that)
Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks (It’s real)
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga (Wait, my nigga)
I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga (It feel great, my nigga)

Hey hey, now don’t it feel great
When you ride through the hood where you known as Bill Gates? (I’m known as Bill Gates)
Yeah, with a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini
Make a homegirl hate
Just a trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day
Nigga, proof that sellin’ drugs on the corner still pay
I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki’s
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case (What?)
Yeah, and I ain’t gon’ stop
Teachin’ you the shit that you ain’t know ’bout
On my side when I rhyme, think it ain’t no Glock
Stop cuffin’ that bitch like she ain’t no thot
Hey, racks on that ass, think it ain’t gon’ drop?
Even if not, but the brain on fire (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Nigga, 14 years I remain on fire
Men do, women too but the game don’t lie
Hey, still up to the same old shit (Yep)
Bang on a pussy, nigga, they ain’t no shit
Stop playin’ with it pussy you know you don’t want this
Shut the fuck down or your ass gon’ get it, uh
In public, it’s nothin’
I’m right back in my bunkin’
Ain’t what you do, it’s how you does it
And we does it, cousin

My bitch she bunkin’ (Bunkin’)
She went from nothin’, now she somethin’
My bitch bunkin’ (Bunkin’)
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin’ (My bitch bunkin’)
I taught her how to whip a ki’
Now my trap jumpin’ (Yeah, yeah)
She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)
In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that)
Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks (It’s real)
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga (Wait, my nigga)
I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga (It feel great, my nigga)

Ah, make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my naughty girl in college
Fuck you all the time, I’m tired
Wake up on it, it’s that
Early mornin’, tap that wet wet (Woo)
You know a nigga love breakfast, I’ma bite that (Ha)
Got money in the mattress where I hide it at (Yeah)
She countin’ all of that (Yeah), fuck all of them niggas
They don’t know what to do with all that
As a matter fact, get on my lap
(Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw)
Put you on the map take you out the trap
From a condo to a larger state
Got double gates
If I catch a case would you wait on me and build me up again?
If so

Yeah, my niggas thuggin’ (Woo, yeah)
Poppin’ rubber bands, money in my hands (Ha)
Double cup it with the Sprite, mix it with Xans (Yeah!)
We some zombies here tonight
Slow motion, your bitch choosin’
She say, “Don’t they call you Breezy?” I told that bitch, “I’m coolin” (I’m coolin’!)
With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain
She got a million dollar body with a hunnid dollar brain (Yeah!)
Girl, your booty like a pumpkin (Like a pumpkin)
And my bitch, she be bunkin’ (Yeah, yeah)

My bitch she bunkin’ (Bunkin’)
She went from nothin’, now she somethin’
My bitch bunkin’ (Bunkin’)
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin’ (My bitch bunkin’)
I taught her how to whip a ki’
Now my trap jumpin’ (Yeah, yeah)
She bring that dough to me how I want it (Ooh-ooh, how I want it)
In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that, all that, all that)
Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks (It’s real)
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga (Wait, my nigga)
I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga (It feel great, my nigga)