Finna Blow it

Gettin money bitch im fina blow it Gettin money bitch im fina blow it At the club wit another nigga shorty I tell ha bust it open she let me hit a doggy ---- Verse 1 Fucc these bitches ima paper chaser Gettin to this money bitch i feel like a speed racer U ain talkin money get u a translator They dont make it rain they water broke they all in labor I jus copped a beamer im on the road to riches If u dont get no money u dont fucc no bitches Wen u doin good they tryna body ya I dont ever sleep in these streets i got insomnia --- verse 2 Nigga Thats yo girl ( nahhh) that bitch my groupie (groupie We dont do no cuffin (nope)we make som movies (movies) I dog ha out call that bitch snoopy I dog ha out call that bitch scooby Nigga thats yo girl i jus like to smash (facts) U cul have ha bacc tho ha nec game trash (to wac) Wen she be wit me she be twerkin She thro it bac like instagram on thursday (facts) ---- Callin scotty up he do the clappin He dont say to much he about that action Got som patrias they dont kno mathematics They a chop wul chop u up tho turn ya ass to fractions Peace my brothers salama lakam They tryna ride my wave now so ima lake em Str8 to the bank bitch u kno my motto If U ain talkin money no me hablo