Here Comes the BS lyrics

[Intro]
(Brian, you're so crazy for this)

[Chorus]
sh*t, I just want the money, here come the bullsh*t
Man, I got tired of f*ckin' her and got a newer b*tch
I [?] a b*tch number and asked her "Where you at?" I'm tryna see some sh*t
n*gga, I'm in the mall draggin' bags, you know I keep the blick
sh*t, I just want the money, here come the bullsh*t
Man, I got tired of f*ckin' her and got a newer b*tch
I [?] a b*tch number and asked her "Where you at?" I'm tryna see some sh*t
n*gga, I'm in the mall draggin' bags, you know I keep the blick

[Verse 1]
I guess the money come with bullsh*t, the bullsh*t comе with money, yeah
I don't evеn know her, she be actin' like she love me
I got a ho out in LA that I be chargin' just to f*ck me
I got my n*ggas with me, don't bump me in this b*tch, it's gon' get ugly
I want the money, I ain't trippin', as long as I'm makin' somethin'
We rob n*ggas, sell dope, and we be f*ckin' with them numbers
I'm makin' money and music, makin' more money than music
A hundred K off of the hustle, another hundred on the computer
n*gga, my hands hurtin', I've been countin' money all day
These n*ggas sick I'm rich, you should see they face
Man, GlockBoy'll leave the state if I can't beat the case
Man, I ain't tryna waste no time with a b*tch, she let me, I'ma pay
Like I was textin' one of these n*ggas, hit 'em with the K
It's like I'm goin' through a breakup, n*gga, I always play the Drac'
She was tryna let me f*ck, I thought the b*tch was tryna set me up
Still pulled up on her with my gun out, you know I don't give a f*ck
Man, all my n*ggas in this b*tch, somebody pour me up
Man, you ain't even got no money to get fresh, I know your life suck
Man, I was hittin' out the counter, they sat me down a couple months
I got out, then ran it up, my f*ckin' b*tches Donald Trump, n*gga
[Chorus]
sh*t, I just want the money, here come the bullsh*t
Man, I got tired of f*ckin' her and got a newer b*tch
I [?] a b*tch number and asked her "Where you at?" I'm tryna see some sh*t
n*gga, I'm in the mall draggin' bags, you know I keep the blick
sh*t, I just want the money, here come the bullsh*t
Man, I got tired of f*ckin' her and got a newer b*tch
I [?] a b*tch number and asked her "Where you at?" I'm tryna see some sh*t
n*gga, I'm in the mall draggin' bags, you know I keep the blick

[Verse 2]
That's how it is, n*gga, I keep it on me
Come f*ck with me, I'll show you how I live, I'm your richer homie
I gave her half of the di*k and I went missing on her
Man, she been callin' back tryna get the rest, I ain't got nothin' for her
I'm out of town pourin' drank, I'm in your hood pourin' drank
I'm in a city I ain't never been to, gettin' pape
I got forty on the dresser, layin' right next to the Drac'
You make me mad, I'ma grab the biggest one and hit your face
Your b*tch love me, my b*tch love me, n*gga, everybody b*tch [?]
Man, I be askin' everybody b*tch for money, tryna pimp somethin'
Lil' bro, he ain't tryna make no friends, he tryna lick somethin'
I'm tryna put a play together, get an assist for him
Man, I told all my n*ggas I'ma pass the ball, just keep scorin'
Rich n*gga, I don't even get in a Lyft unless that b*tch foreign