Lyrics

[Verse 1] Bitch, you wanna get money, I'm one call away Fuck love, bitch, I done had harder days A pretty broke bitch, please stay your ass far away Gang and them pull up doin' skits in broad day Gang and them got chains and whips, we all slaves Gang and them got Madden hit sticks, and we all playin' I been gettin' money from foreigners that's caucasian I'ma have the F&N on my hip on all occasions I ain't come here for that pussy, I came here for raw facials I need a bitch that get that car and do what I say so Blowin' bands in Neimans, havin' fun, this not Play-Doh Your bitch don't wanna fuck with your broke ass, you not stable You niggas can keep hidin' all y'all want, y'all not safe, though Thuggin' in the county, back to back courts until the case was closed A couple real ones kept it solid, couple niggas wrote statements, though These niggas cotton-soft, I wouldn't put my faith in bro Gang and them pull up with a chopstick from Halo On his block playin' tactical like Rainbow Six Bitches still actin' like fags with the same old tricks EDD and PPP, pay for bitches' ass and y'all broke as shit He lyin', talkin' 'bout the Plug goin' broke, but the joke's on him He think he fuckin' with pastor Ralfy, must be sniffin' coke again With your bitch rippin' through your purse, yeah, I'm the culprit again Losin' people close to me, this shit feel like I'm supposed to win This a whole lot of free game for you, bitch, soak it in At your baby mama house, usin' up all your son lotion again A one liter of Sprite so I can pour some of this potion in Niggas broke and they on Beyblades, actin' like they ain't supposed to spin Shit weirder out here, sometimes I don't know who's my friend Long live the Great, long live the Ruler, I really miss the coaches, man [Chorus] If it's the race to the top, I hope you can keep up I'ma get a million off the splash, I don't need luck It's a lot of numbers on the dash, I hope you can keep up I'm really only interested in cash, I don't need love If it's the race to the top, I hope you can keep up I'ma get a million off the splash, I don't need luck It's a lot of numbers on the dash, I hope you can keep up I'm really only interested in cash, I don't need love [Verse 2] Exotic buttons in the foreign make the numbers on the dashboard geek up I'm a dough hunter, addicted to cash, I don't need love Took her money and then gave her a smack on the ass and a weak hug It's the race to the top, my niggas in foreigns, y'all in buckets, how y'all gon' keep up? Streets crazy, when you movin' too fast, God give you speedbumps Ten chains on my neck, bitches hit they knees like I'm King Tut It's preposterous for niggas even thinkin' they in the league with us After you hear that lawn mower on your block, here come the leaf blower People tellin' me I got it all, but I be feelin' like I need more Some of these bitches be goin' out, just suckin' dick when they get bored Don't be askin' me for no money, nigga, that's what your bitch for Never let a nigga play with you, nigga, that's what them sticks for The Plug