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[Intro]
Ooh, ooh
Yeah
Mosey-Mosey you made this?

[Chorus]
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away

[Verse 1]
I can’t stop fuckin’, it’s a habit, yeah (Gang, gang)
Me and my niggas shootin’, it’s a habit, yeah (Boom, grrr)
Hard knocks too and I know they can’t have it, yeah
Got some stars on the roof, ’cause you know I had to grab it
Gucci on my waist, Burberry headband
Punch him in the face, yeah, we on his head, man
Two-tone splashin’ all this water, feel like a snow-man
I done broke away ’cause he still a broke man (Broke bitch)

[Chorus]
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away

[Verse 2]
V12, bad bitch and she ridin’ with no seatbelt (Lil’ bitch)
BM, I’m the type, stop askin’ for details
Might just re-up, takin’ change, feel like Griezmann
I still pop Xans, but I said I ain’t need them, uh-huh
Pop a bean, have her over here in the outer space
Pull up with my niggas, let it shine like L.A
Left my old city to the wood to get a K
Youngest nigga, they gon’ have see to it my way (My way)

[Chorus]
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
Since yesterday, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
She’s just a date, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away

[Outro]
Now I’m heavy

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)

[Verse 1: Trill Sammy]
I woke up with a bag, now that bitch tryna’ come through
Now I’m up, got her mad, how the fuck I turn brand new?
Got all these racks in my bag, TSA won’t let me through
I carry cash, need no wallet, but I’m high as hell, like a co-pilot, yeah
I got plenty options, pull up, get the show poppin’
Look like money, so I talk it
Smokin’ OG, it got my coughin’, uh
Ksubi on my jeans, got red bottoms all in my closet
New Supreme, so much drip, don’t need no faucet

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)

[Verse 2: 2-Tone]
Yeah, ay, 2-Tone, yeah
I can’t trust [?] cos’ all these niggas snakes, I know they watchin’
So I gotta’ keep the pole, won’t let ’em take none a’ my deposits
Lil bitch bad, but she be poppin’
She want bags, then she gon’ pop it
I want cash, they ain’t no option
All a’ them mad, just look at they pockets
Bust down 3 for 3
Your bitch wanna leave with me
Stuff the leaf with reefer
I can’t trust nobody, keep it on me, ain’t no losses
I still put promethazine in my 2 liter, yuh, yuh

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)

[Intro: Juicy J & [?]]
You’s a bitch
(Bitches)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Lil’ bro got all-gold teeth and he was glistenin’
Came from the Souled and he came out of Memphis
Told me ’bout the hoes and he put me on the bitches
And he said they’d be trippy, man, layin’ me some pimpin’
How come bitches wanna cover? Pretty motherfucker
Basement out the gutter, don’t fuck without no rubber
I don’t ever trust her, I would never cuff her
Kissin’ on her lover, I do it for my brother

[Verse 2: A$AP Nast]
Back of the club, posted with my dubs
Act like you tough, you could catch a slug
Hoes in my face fixin’ for a taste
Of this young nigga, she wants a big dipper

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Pull up European, smoke a [?]
Smokin’ on a ‘Cali, but the papers [?]
Rich hazy [?], lyin’ with a [?]
Hundred for the car (hah)

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Verse 4: French Montana]
Rollin’ up the weed (weed), trippin’ off a pill (pill)
Trippin’ out and swervin’, all my niggas in the field (field)
Trippin’ like the rap-niggas can’t be for real
Really started from the [?] and now a nigga makin’ mills’
Hah, hah, like a [?]
All my niggas built the way, ain’t gonna lose (hah)
Shawty gon’ buss it open for a nigga with a check (hah)
Heard the pussy good, but tonight I want some head (hah)

[Interlude: Juicy J & [?]]
Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]
(Bitches)

[Verse 5: Juicy J]
It’s that nigga from the mafia, I’m the juice on that Bombay
And them Xannies dancin’ on my Phantom roof
I got bitches that got bitches that do everythin’, but two
I just met your baby-momma, now I got a new recruit
Ten-thousand dollars on my motherfuckin’ tooth
If that bitch ain’t got my money, I’ma knock her tooth loose
Fine-ass bitches eatin’ dick for Jimmy Choo
At the club all night, can’t even take the kids to school
Thursday afternoon, I was on the move
Shots of Petrone, hand full of ‘shrooms
Pop it like Reinbacher, I left in a helicopter
Even though I’m paid up, I’m still chasin’ every dollar
Bitch, I got bands, I heard she got Xans’
Her pussy so good, heard her pussy got fans
Fuck her more than one time, damn, I must be out my mind
Throw that ass in rewind, let me hit it from behind

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Verse 6: Project Pat]
You tell the doody bitches like they do you
They play dumb, so, my nigga, I play dumb too
Get caught in that pussy way up, that’s that Hou-do
Supposed to be the man, now that bitch control you
Get money, flip money, all I do is spend money, trippin’
Love my money all-blue, I guess my money crippin’
No disrespect to double-cup, so you know I’m sippin’
The bitch wouldn’t shut the fuck up ’til I stuck my dick in
Money like a hood-bitch mouth, guess they flippin’ off
Ducks get plucked, you front me? Then I’m dippin’ off
Stump down like [?], back-hand you in to last week
Lyin’ about that bread’ll get your head cracked to the street
Credit card check fraud, or a fuckin’ thief
Flatback suckin’ Jack, ’til a nigga skeet
She get paid in many ways, her pimp gotta eat
Or hit the highway juggin’ off a whole key (ooh)

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Outro: [?]]
Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]

Stay a little while, I’ll burn this Palo Santo for you
I believe in signs that I cannot quite yet explain
Us celebrating nights don’t come this much in California

Something in the sky is leading you and talking through me
Leave it to the side if this is real or I’m insane
Us celebrating nights don’t come this much in California

Used to believe in a god till my faith was destroyed by my thinking a lot
Searching for truth, and we’re start[?] for listen to logic and [?]
What am I thinking, congrats with this beautiful feeling that I can’t ignore
‘nore, ‘nore

I can’t ignore
I can’t ignore

I said, hey, hey, fuck all the shame
I see the glory and nothing can take that away, hey
Hope you feel the same, yeah
I came to say, hey, to go my own way
This beautiful feeling that I can’t ignore
‘nore, ‘nore

(I say hey)
Stay a little while, I’ll burn this Palo Santo for you
I believe in signs that I cannot quite yet explain
Us celebrating nights don’t come this much in California
(They don’t come this much in California)

Something in the sky is leading you and talking through me
Leave it to the side if this is real or I’m insane
Us celebrating nights don’t come this much in California
(They don’t come this much in California)
(Oh, California, yeah, oh)

Just another day
Just another day
I’m goin crazy
Caught up in the fray
Caught in the shades of grey
I’m hazy

My life’s a loop that cycles
Look at the clock it’s vital
Seconds are never final
Spins around alot like vinyl

Wake, eat, work, sleep
Wake, eat, work, sleep

I feel like I’m stuck in a loop I made
Every turn leads back to the same place
Blow out the circuits, tear off the curtains
Set fire to the lions den

Boss says, keep it movin
You’re nothing spe(cial)
Forget why you’re doin it
9 to 5, just cycle
Sorry sir, I didn’t mean to have these dreams
But f**k you cuz I know I’m meant for bigger things

Wake, eat, work, sleep
Wake, eat, work, sleep

I feel like I’m stuck in a loop I made
Every turn leads back to the same place
Blow out the circuits, tear off the curtains
Set fire to the lions den

I’ve had some failures but got good intentions, I’ve got ambition that nobody mentions
I promise I’m gonna push it, I promise I’m gonna get out fine, it’s my life

I feel like I’m stuck in a loop I made
Every turn leads back to the same place
Blow out the circuits, tear off the curtains
Set fire to the lion’s den