Eighty-Four Biarritz lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Once a-motherf*ckin'-gain
It's the motherf*ckin' mob, b*tch, uh
(Uh, uh, yo)

[Chrous]
Eighty-four Biarritz and I need more b*tches
I'ma trust a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
I need more b*tches (I need more b*tches)
Eighty-four Biarritz like I need more b*tches
Pull up on a b*tch and our dope still [?]
Trust a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)

[Verse 1]
Once a-motherf*ckin'-gain, young house b*tch, yep, yep, yep, yep
I'm in the purse, she my pet, I'm a man's plaque
Real mob n*gga keep it solid, I'm a damn vet'
Been gettin' money, knockin' b*tches since the sand pit
I'm a player 'bout my bread, and all this sucker sh*t is scandalous
Hatin' on my bread is how you get your head hit
FN Five-SeveN, motor revvin', leave his cap flat
Turnin' blocks in a mile drop, b*tch, I'm a Mack and they can't stand it
Told this sh*t I run the strip on any b*tch that's on this planet
Tryna be tough, I'm tryna be rich and none of my b*tches is romantic
If I whip out with this stick, I bet that b*tch-ass n*gga panic
But I'd rather not, b*tch, it's an '84 mob in my family (b*tch)
[Chrous]
Eighty-four Biarritz and I need more b*tches
I'ma trust a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
Eighty-four Biarritz like I need more b*tches
Pull up on a b*tch and our dope still [?]
Trust a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)

[Verse 2]
I got money from the hoes (Ayy), the fame from the foes
Got an old-school droptop Caddy on fours
I got a big gold chain, and I'm lookin' like the eighties
Sixteen years old with a brand-new Mercedes (Ayy)
You sellin' dope, put the coke in the baggie (Ayy)
Pimp n*ggas put the hoes in the caddy (Put 'em in)
I come back in a big-ass truck
With a bad b*tch that wanna get f*cked
If she ain't makin' enough, I kick her out at the intersection (b*tch)
Me and Floyd Mayweather, we got b*tch collections
Your ho see me comin', she gon' switch directions
And if you talk too much, you gon' miss the lesson, n*gga

[Chrous]
Eighty-four Biarritz and I need more b*tches
I'ma trust a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
Eighty-four Biarritz like I need more b*tches
Pull up on a b*tch and our dope still [?]
Trust a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
b*tch, uh
[Verse 3: ALLBLACK]
This that demons in me, at sixteen, these hoes pick first
Oklahoma drills when I'm trappin', that's how a n*gga work
Nails dirty, neck saucy, my armpit stink
Been at the Motel 6 trappin' all motherf*ckin' week
I'm ALLBLACK from the dugs, I'm a dog on these beats
Meet me at Sallies if you wanna choose up on a P
Close your mouth, donate your eyes when short dogs speak
Thirty toes and they all painted in the Mike Vick cleats
Eighty-four aldoe, all white, that's bust down G
'05 Ravens, dumb-ass flagrant, that's stumped-down beats
And I got gangsters with Bull rings who don't play about me
Hop out that old-school, that two-tone Glock on me
Thank you

[Chrous]
Eighty-four Biarritz and I need more b*tches
I'ma trust a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)
I need more riches (I need more b*tches, yeah, ahh, b*tch)
Eighty-four Biarritz like I need more b*tches
Pull up on a b*tch and our dope still [?]
Trust a b*tch 'cause I need more riches (I need more b*tches)