Did That lyrics

[Intro: Luh Tyler & Bizzy Banks]
Lil' b*tch, we get busy
Grrah
Yeah, yeah
Get money
With my n*gga Bizz'
Bizzy
(Xair, let me get that motherf*cker)
Yeah

[Chorus: Luh Tyler & Bizzy Banks]
Runnin' up that bank, we get busy, motion be the business
b*tch, I'm young and turnt, I'm on the way, I'm like the biggest sentence
Take that n*gga b*tch, get in the mouth just like I was a dentist
We run up that cake, these n*ggas hate because they know we winnin'
b*tch, I got my pole in every state, so I ain't nеver trippin' (Rrah)
n*ggas only love me in my facе, that's 'cause they know I'm winnin'
We be f*ckin' hours off this Perc' and she love every minute
She told me I could nut anywhere, her face is where I finish
Yeah, she a nasty ho, that lil' b*tch a freak
Beat her down and then I kick her out, that lil' b*tch for the streets
b*tch, I wake up, chase that money, do that seven days a week
He ain't tryna get no money, he a dummy, that boy geek
Uh, these n*ggas pus*y, yeah, they broke, just tryna beef
Uh, opps don't say my name up in these songs 'cause I'ma tweak (Rrah)
Uh, b*tch, we in the trenches, we still trappin' out the East
We got Cutters, we got Hats, and we got P's, what you need?
[Verse 1: Luh Tyler]
Yeah, I don't think you heard me, n*ggas slimy, yeah, they movin' dirty
I'm chasin' paper early, n*gga try somethin', make his ass get sturdy (Rrah)
Make his ass get sturdy, he gon' dance, run him out his pants
n*ggas chasin' hoes, yeah, they plan, b*tch, I'm chasin' bands
n*ggas like to hate, but on the low, n*ggas really fans
b*tch, we makin' bands, not no friends, n*gga, we ain't playin'
n*gga, we ain't playin', b*tch, I'm feelin' like that man
n*ggas, they just wishin' for that bag, they don't got no plan
Yeah, n*gga, you gotta go and get it
Bronem spinnin' 'til they dizzy
Slide the city, me and Bizzy
n*ggas mad, I got 'em p*ssin'
That b*tch an eater, she can't kiss me (Ugh)
n*ggas b*tchin' like some sissies
Run that bag up, I'ma be the richest (For sure)

[Verse 2: Bizzy Banks]
Yeah, run that bag up, I'ma be the richest (Facts)
b*tch, I had ten bands, I made a plan and now I got a ticket
n*gga try to touch my chain, then you know I'ma click it
How the f*ck you think you gon' get rich if you don't never risk it? (Rrah)
I'm in the trenches every day, I'm walkin' with a biscuit
He think that he got a good girl, I show him how his b*tch get (Haha)
She from DR, never seen snow, I show her how my wrist get (Word)
She got real head, she 4'11", she a lil' thick b*tch
He tried to flex with that lil' staff, we shot him in his six-pack (Rrah)
He tried to sh*t up on the 'net, now that boy in a sh*t bag
Uh, told that b*tch I cheated first, she gotta go get her lick back (Ha)
I left my cell and hit billboard, they like, "Yeah, Bizzy did that"
[Chorus: Luh Tyler & Bizzy Banks]
Runnin' up that bank, we get busy, motion be the business
b*tch, I'm young and turnt, I'm on the way, I'm like the biggest sentence
Take that n*gga b*tch, get in the mouth just like I was a dentist
We run up that cake, these n*ggas hate because they know we winnin'
b*tch, I got my pole in every state, so I ain't never trippin' (Rrah)
n*ggas only love me in my face, that's 'cause they know I'm winnin'
We be f*ckin' hours off this Perc' and she love every minute
She told me I could nut anywhere, her face is where I finish
Yeah, she a nasty ho, that lil' b*tch a freak
Beat her down and then I kick her out, that lil' b*tch for the streets
b*tch, I wake up, chase that money, do that seven days a week
He ain't tryna get no money, he a dummy, that boy geek
Uh, these n*ggas pus*y, yeah, they broke, just tryna beef
Uh, opps don't say my name up in these songs 'cause I'ma tweak (Rrah)
Uh, b*tch, we in the trenches, we still trappin' out the East
We got Cutters, we got Hats, and we got P's, what you need?