I Aint Thinkin Bout A B*tch

Lyrics

[Chorus: Lon Gotti] I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch I'm just trynna get rich and cash out with my niggas I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch Smoking these swishers, staying clear of these snitches I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch [Verse 1: Lon Gotti] I'm focused Thinking back on when I was the brokest Now I be the dopest Flyer than the locusts Hustle game ferocious cause I used to feel hopeless I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch man, fuck these bitches I'm trynna get rich and cash out with my niggas Smoking these swishers staying clear of these snitches I do it by myself, I don't need no witness I'm Lon Gotti the illest Also known as the fly guy I connect like wifi Gеt respect like wisе guy In the hood like Popeyes Some cakes and Popeyes Ks and Glock 9s Broad days and walk-bys These niggas ain't playing so I'm spraying I'm stacking money, now they acting funny damming wins I be at the function with a stack of hundreds, what you saying Throwing money, busting rubber bands by the grand [Chorus: Lon Gotti] I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch I'm just trynna get rich and cash out with my niggas I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch Smoking these swishers, staying clear of these snitches I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch I'm just trynna get rich and cash out with my niggas I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch Smoking these swishers, staying clear of these snitches I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch [Verse 2: Z] I'm thinking chips in my khakis (get it) It was spliff, no tabacci With some fives gate slappy Fuck, oh where's the bucket with the muffler, wanna drag it As long as this money stacking we can push the global map in (go) Comfortable with rapping but gin flip while I'm laughing (ha) These metaphors to cash, you've been living it It's what we gassing (c'mon) Rum and coke or smoke whenever we stop rapping But whenever we ain't smoking we rapping, don't try to ask me (haha) We the one the type to ignite in the foreign rap scene Pull a knife and try to threaten your life by simple chances (get 'em) They dim for the lights I'm reciting I'm goring Bambi And got the price on the pounder at nights if you understand me (get it) Maneuvering the function like I'm something out my motor (motor?) I will concentrate your cum and I can smell the money odor (ugh) Merchandise on shoulder when you see me wobble over Though my Dickeys scoot on over with a snubby on the hand [Chorus: Lon Gotti] I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch I'm just trynna get rich and cash out with my niggas I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch Smoking these swishers, staying clear of these snitches I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch I'm just trynna get rich and cash out with my niggas I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch Smoking these swishers, staying clear of these snitches I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch [Verse 3: Ran Sav] Hashtag that I be on my grind, hoes be like "where The Sav at?" I be hella high like, "nigga where them dabs at?" Money on my mind like "bitch where the cash at?" Résumé solid Whip game polished Really couldn't call it so I went out and bought it Money be the tallest cause my cellphone popping I ain't doing much talking, I just pick 'em up and drop 'em M-m-money over bitches, snitches get ditches Pussy niggas get careful Put him in intensive .40s with extensions No I ain't pretending Catch me with a thot, then you know I'm probably pimping C-catch me on yo block then you know I'm probably tripping See me with my dogs then you know I'm gonna send 'em Fuck these niggas too I ain't trynna friend 'em I got thirty shots that a nigga trynna send 'em [Chorus: Lon Gotti] I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch I'm just trynna get rich and cash out with my niggas I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch Smoking these swishers, staying clear of these snitches I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch I'm just trynna get rich and cash out with my niggas I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch Smoking these swishers, staying clear of these snitches I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch [Verse 4: Illest Uminati] Road-tripping Tripping on these road-trips I smoke big Party hard till the coke drips Cold sweats, my flow known to get these hoes wet But it's money on my mind, I'm not thinking 'bout no bitch I'd rather turn the fuck up with my relatives Off some uppers evened out with some sedatives The club owner mad as fuck, he even let me in But I don't give a fuck unless we talking Benjamin's Or we talking drugs Hey, Z pass the bottle Fuck a bitch, get money that's the motto Bitch niggas talk shit, catch a hollow Me and my niggas off to party till tomorrow Doing shit you little wack niggas wish you could You wouldn't step to my face if I dissed your hood It's all on a bitch and its all good Fifth of patron, eighth of weed and a backwood [Outro: Lon Gotti] I ain't thinking 'bout a bitch