Transit

This beat is fucking crazy Turn the music up a little bit more Cool [Hook] All these bitches, they love it All these niggas, they hate it They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces Me and my niggas just ballin’, we make something from nothing We just fuckin’ the money, she screamin’ baby, I’m cumin’ All these niggas, they love it All these bitches, they hate it They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces Me and my bitches just ballin’, we make something from nothing I ride this hustle for good, the money never stop comin’ [Chevy Woods] That new piece hella sick, you probly talk when you pinch Only had time for that combo for niggas scorin’ them bricks No, I ain’t lyin’ at all, ask your friends cuz they know it My niggas empty them clips, then fill ‘em up, that’s reloadin’ Got a thing for that money, fast cars and that dough I was actin’ a fool, now sellin’ 20’s of soap Like anything for a dollar but I was foolin’ myself You gotta fight for your hustle, what would you do for the belt? Even them bitches would shoot, blow a kiss from that pistol Couple of hot magazines so you can come get your issue All of them Taylor’s will show and all you heard was a whistle It's really stripes over here, cuz all my niggas official [Hook] [Lola Monroe] Oh shit, Chevy, they gon make me grind a machete Whole Clip, ready, bitch ‘bout to go down like confetti I push harder than pussies giving birth, I say Now these dry ass bitches sending first my way Got the whole city on my shoulder, my driver ain’t never been chauffeured And the motherfuckers tell me when to go, when to stay What to do, how to play, I’mma chose ‘er He know opposing arrows, I be exposing your hoes Like how you fuck and you suck, to be exposed to bin those Until you grind like me I make it in to miss the struggle Shut the fuck up, our lion’s in to miss the jungles I’m closing curtains, so you can throw the towel in Versace linens, my style been in dowry ten [Hook]