Projects lyrics

[Verse 1: Mamba Cinco]
I got a b*tch from the projects
She sipping high tech [?]
Give her some cash on her shopping, [?] wallet, and she bought me back [?]
I keep a steal for the nonsense, catch an opp, pop sh*t, hit him [?]
[?] gold like a pirate, haters make me sick like virous

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
I got a b*tch in Manhattan, she into fashion
[?] but I like her accent
[?] catch me in traffic, I'm never lacking
Bust him up, we 'bout that action
[?] the army, get smoked if you try to run up on me
I feel like Sosa, you Tony
You a worker, I'm a boss, you can't clone me

[Verse 3: Mamba Cinco]
I f*ck that b*tch and her mom too
Stand on my cash, I'm like 9/2
They see that cash and they like [?]
VVS shining, might blind you
I likе my cash in big portions
I had a foursome with some girls and they wеre Gorgeous
Sware I didn't have to forse them, I feel important
Kick an opp [?] porshes
[Verse 4: PnB Rock]
[?] chopper go [?]
[?] top go back
[?] hundred on [?]
[?] Uber, had to hop on a jet
Like [?]
Straight to them bands when I touchdown
Broke n*ggas mad, 'cause I'm up now
All these bad b*tches wanna f*ck now
They see a young n*gga with a bust down

[Verse 5: Mamba Cinco]
All the bad hoes, I done slaied that
When you get money, they hate that
Yeah, we got the drop where you stay at
Keep a [?] K like [?]
Catch an opp, turn a n*gga [?]
I'ma send shots where your face at
[?] right back
Rock put me up in the Maybach

[Verse 6: PnB Rock]
BD's on me, shiney
My b*tch want Chanel, no CC
All these new rappers wanna be me
Smoking on opps, [?] mack with the red dot
Bullets coming straight at your head top
f*ck your vest, b*tch, we giving out headshots
f*ck if the feds watch
[Verse 7: Mamba Cinco]
I got a b*tch from Miami, listen to City Girls, so the b*tch think she fancy
[?] think that I'm handsome, she suck my di*k, ride around in the back of the phantom
That b*tch, she love me off xannies, everytime we f*ck, that b*tch, she tryna take advantage
[?] standing, I keep a chopper on me, motherf*cker [?]

[Verse 8: Pnb Rock]
I got a b*tch out in London, tell her I'm coming, that b*tch know how I'm bumming
We count them 50's and hundreds, got that b*tch running
I put that di*k in her stomach
We treat that beef like it's nothing
We mix it up like an onion
Cinco say shoot and I'm busting
b*tch, that's my brother, my slime, my bousin