Get Money 0 Fuks

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Bikkab - Rap, Atlanta Rap

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[Intro] (IYIN, that's fire, haha) Even if they ain't do shit, just say, "Thanks" (Yeah, yeah) You could probably not be shit, but you can up ranks Don't leave the paper blank, It's time to fucking think (Yeah, yeah) I don't give fuck what you think, nigga, I'm stuffin' banks (Yeah, yeah) Don't give no fucks, just do Thanksgiving, that bank hitting I may sin but never same sin again (Yeah) [Chorus] Get money don't give no fucks (Give no fuck) Keep a pistol tucked (Pistol tucked) Save your shake, good luck (Yeah) That power just waiting for us (Yeah) Lil' ho don't do too much, I like how you make them hips stride (Yeah) Big bands, got more then enough You can get this rich when you don't givе fucks (Yeah) [Verse 1] All I know is win, alright Stomp a pussy, I ain't got no fright B' stack it up big, big ass heights Yes, bеing broke is Kryptonite They tryna say money evil, but I can't even be scared 'cause I'm too aware I got Glocks, beware I'll face off with a bear, nigga, I swear Gettin' money anywhere, I'm on some shit that can't compare I ain't say my gang was fair I'm a king, the biggest type of chair I'm so high that if you're low, I'm not even there With his ho, and we connect as easy pair, yeah [Chorus] Get money don't give no fucks (Give no fuck) Keep a pistol tucked (Tucked) Save your shake, good luck That power just waiting for us Lil' ho don't do too much, I like how you make them hips stride (Yeah, yeah) Big bands, got more then enough You can get this rich when you don't give fucks (Yeah) [Verse 2] I don't dread a thing, it's interlock She promote my shit on TikTok But step back, don't get popped I done stepped into the top Finna put some diamond rocks up on my momma neck Yeah, B' finna wake up flexed Big bands, we fool a faggot Hit my door, it flyin' like a jet Bitch, I'm a God, need to respect me A billion can't even get my contract Young nigga, fuckin' shit up like combat I ain't even worried about hoes, they come back I got the za, yeah, tell her come get that Yeah, I'm the realist and that is the fact I'm with the gang, we sippin' no act' She suckin' my blood, I call her the Drac' (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Give money don't give no fucks (Yeah) Keep a pistol tucked (Yeah) Save your shake, good luck (Yeah) That power just waiting for us (Yeah) Lil' ho don't do too much, I like how you make them hips stride (Yeah) Big bands, got more then enough You can get this rich when you don't give fucks (Yeah) [Verse 3] Wake up and fuck somethin' up, hm Wake up on T, so I'm up, hm (Yeah) You don't like it, just see somethin' else You know this young nigga do it hisself (Yeah) Ha-ha, everyday chase some wealth Huh, Prada off of the shelf (Yeah) Fuck a bad bitch, she is a MILF (Bank) Breaking the bank, now she need some help (Yeah) Throw out yo' car, my shit dif' Kick ass, give me my belt I move the pack like flash (Yeah) These hoes are now doing digital dash If they wan' strip, the money got mass She wanna strip, she havin' that ass (Yeah) Don't even talk, you broke as glass And bitch, I'm rich as fuck (Yeah) 'Cause I don't give a fuck I don't carry broke, I'm holding riches (Uh) [Outro] Yeah

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  • Bikkab