Yeah, my bitch she bunkin
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
(I dont know if you know how it feel
To ride down Sunset, watching the sunset
California, Los Angeles nigga, whats happenin though?)
My bitch grind
My boo not know Im thugging, from the Slums
She know Im in the streets, she hold my guns
Aint seen my P.O. in weeks
Fuck it months
Told her hold my spot down Im on the run
I got my motherfucking Js on
Finna hit…