Bring It Here

Lyrics

[Intro] Mm, Yung Sak Runner (Damn, Boom made this?) [Chorus] Bitch, if you got some money for me, bring it here I'm tryna fuck this bitch, the only reason why I'm in her ear Don't like no ugly hoes, you know I like my hoes top tier It's like the Glock glued to my hand, I take it everywhere I be everywhere that money at, nigga, you never there I cannot hide from this shit, bitch, I be everywhere Couldn't get them J's, but my son got 'em, he get every pair Lost my nigga, he left four kids, man, that shit ain't fair [Verse 1] I got clothes in my closet I don't even wear Baby J the only child, he don't like to share Can't get caught up in my feelings, I don't even care That ain't gas that you smokin', boy, you smokin' air Fuck you and fuck them niggas that you hangin' with Hit him with a Glock 23, he ain't takin' shit Found out a nigga fucked his bitch, now he breakin' shit Bought some bullshit weed, now you ain't makin' shit She told everybody that I fucked, now I hate this bitch I just sold a nigga a whole 'bow and I ain't weigh the shit It might not happen overnight, you gotta wait and shit I'm fresh as hell, I be out here wearin' all the latest shit I been runnin' to this money since a snotty nose Nigga went broke, all he bought was designer clothes You got all ugly bitches, you need finer hoes I only like pretty bitches with the white toes Hit him with this FN Five-seveN, he can't fight those Punch in on everything, I ain't write those You got SI diamonds in your chain, I don't like those Bro just pulled up with some bad-ass white hoes I ain't tryna be your boyfriend, bitch, suck it to me Your baby daddy broke, he like a junkie to me She a real-ass bitch, she brought money to me This nigga think he fresh as hell, but he bummy to me [Chorus] Bitch, if you got some money for me, bring it here I'm tryna fuck this bitch, the only reason why I'm in her ear Don't like no ugly hoes, you know I like my hoes top tier It's like the Glock glued to my hand, I take it everywhere I be everywhere that money at, nigga, you never there I cannot hide from this shit, bitch, I be everywhere Couldn't get them J's, but my son got 'em, he get every pair Lost my nigga, he left four kids, man, that shit ain't fair [Verse 2] Quit rappin' 'bout the trappin', put some pain on it This a Glock 23, put his brain on it Knew that nigga was gon' change, he got fame on us She had to cut her nigga off, he got lame on her I'm a Yung Sak Runner, baby, sing to me Fell in love with auntie, she brung lean to me If you pay me top dollar for it, I'll bring it to you 7.62s in this chop, I'll bring it to you [Outro] (Damn, Boom made this?)