​attitude era lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'ma get it in
I've been goin' on differently, takin' different wins
I can't take a b*tch seriously when this b*tch is mad
How the f*ck I'm mysteriously gettin' all this bread
I've been workin' on my brain and on my body, b*tch
I've been workin' on gettin' ready to body this
I got hits, got a different b*tch and a lotta chips
I ride round, Maserati, I'm gettin' dollars in
I look good in this, damn, I should model it
I need to get an accountant, the bank too positive
Three on me, I get paid for bein' me
He a leach, I couldn't let that be me
I just lost my bestie to that b*tch, a money fiend
He get hit with the hеater if he get outta rеach
Yeah, you dead, yeah, you flop, you a weak foe
I be gettin' the head for about a week, hoe
They thought it was scratch, why the hell is you sinkin' threes, foe?
I can tell if you really different before we meet though

[Verse 2]
I've been hittin' every shot, like free throws
We gon' get that pus*y stiched, no Lilo
I've been countin' bread by the mo'f*ckin' kilo
I count Bluefaces baby, welcome to the meet show
Uh-uh, hoe smokes, you b*tches is some jokes
The era attitude, I got these b*tches on the ropes
I got out of the moat, it's Burberry, the coat
Okay, I made a move and I pop out with ya hoe
Damn, damn, I got like fifty different pics
Pop bands, how can I implicate I'm rich
God-God damn, got these b*tches throwin' slights
And I'm top ten, and that's not causin' any fights, uh