Money Glitch lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I made b*tches f*ck, just 'cause my pinkie ring
I'm with Lil' Jay, he don't talk too much, but let that choppa sing
2006, we the had slabs and lemonade, this sh*t off-white like Gucci Mane
I rock Louis, Pootie Tang, but I ain't no trip, bae, do your thing
Maybe I might let it slide, but sh*t get crackin', I put this sh*t on game
b*tch, I'm still alive, they ain't do a good job, n*ggas ain't got no aim
Walk all on your b*tch ass, then I kick ya down like Lukey Cain
We gon' kill the pus*y quick, off headtaps, he won't feel a thing

[Verse]
And it's 4 a.m. right now, I'm geeked up smokin' Mary Jane
And I'm with Lil' Jay, man, shawty tweaked out, tryna take a brain
Hairroc say he got a hoes for us, I say it ain't a thing
You n*ggas be ridin' di*k, tryin' not to psych out, I be goin' insane
Know Lil' T a f*ckin' problеm when he pull up with that switchy thing
n*gga ahh gon' hear a brr-brr-brr whеn you hear that switchy bang
My white hoe geeked up smokin' Kane, I'm so geeked up, I can't think
I don't even know how the f*ck I rap, early bird get a warning, he got caught in a trap
Huh, with his dumb ass, n*ggas switched up, watch him run back
Shut the f*ck up, I don't need to come back, took his sunshine, he need his sun back
Yeah, b*tch, that n*gga should've paid the rent, He still ain't get his gun back I ain't runnin', but I be hard to find, it's needles in the thumbtack
Yeah, b*tch say she down to f*ck, but don't give head, lil' hoe, I don't want that
Yeah, She keep tryna tap out when I f*ck, I said that I ain't done yet
I f*cked her good, that pus*y good, so I pulled off her bonet
Yeah, Tony changed the wave, but I don't play, I go for nun-yun
Yeah, I got rich off onions, bad b*tch tryna rub my bunions
Why this hoe tryna act like she get munyun, hoe got nun-yun
Huh, hoe, you broke as hell, your n*gga get locked up, you can't even pay his bail
God forbid I ever get that call, lil' b*tch I'm droppin' shells
[Chorus]
I made b*tches f*ck, just 'cause my pinkie ring
I'm with Lil' Jay, he don't talk too much, but let that choppa sing
2006, we had the slabs and lemonade, this sh*t off-white like Gucci Mane
I rock Louis, Pootie Tang, but I ain't no trip, bae, do your thing
Maybe I might let it slide, but sh*t get crackin', I put this sh*t on game
b*tch, I'm still alive, they ain't do a good job, n*ggas ain't got no aim
Walk all on your b*tch ass, then I kick ya down like Lukey Cain
We gon' kill the pus*y quick, off headtaps, he won't feel a thing