B Whoa lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy
I just spent like 13 racks on a strip club (On God)
No bullsh*t
Huh

[Chorus]
Having this money ain’t no penny pinching
Having money ain’t no competition
Talk to the world they just like “You gotta listen”
She know I love money (Yeah)
She know I got money
I’m on a Island by myself like I’m Coney
I hate fake gangstas, the money just coming
He keep on playing on gang he get shot
We driving [?]
I told that b*tch I’m smokin on I’m smokin on dame
Huh, baby this for my pain (Yeah)
Range Rover in the rain
He ain't bleedin, he ain't nun, he ain’t got no stain
Bad b*tch sweeter than a Candy cane
I just want the money, I’m like f*ck the famе
Get on him like Major Payne
Tattoo my n*gga [?] in a tank
Bad b*tch wanna wеar my Prada shades (Huh)
Girl where yo man at? (Huh)
Treat me out my spot how you playing that?
New Glock 22 and it all black
Hair grow back, like Wick like I’m Kodak (Huh)
You know that I wanna f*ck other b*tches and you know that
Grab the drac and you n*ggas got a [?]
He ain’t the real one, he ain’t got no hat
Babylife calmer than a big house walkin on the doormat (Huh)
Big Glock n*gga f*ck a face tat
pus*y wet I’m tryna get in her cat
Don’t play with B Whoa, I pull out them racks
[Chorus]
Having this money ain’t no penny pinching
Having money ain’t no competition
Talk to the world they just like “You gotta listen”
She know I love money (Yeah)
She know I got money
I’m on a Island by myself like I’m Coney
I hate fake gangstas, the money just coming
He keep on playing on gang he get shot
We driving [?]
I told that b*tch I’m smokin on I’m smokin on dame
Huh, baby this for my pain (Yeah)
Range Rover in the rain
He ain't bleedin, he ain't nun, he ain’t got no stain
Bad b*tch sweeter than a Candy cane
I just want the money, I’m like f*ck the fame
Get On him like Major Payne
Tattoo my n*gga [?] in a tank
Bad b*tch wanna wear my Prada shades (Huh)
Girl where yo man at? (Huh)
Treat me out my spot how you playing that?
New Glock 22 and it all black
Hair grow back, like Wick like im Kodak (Huh)
You know that I wanna f*ck other b*tches and you know that
Grab the drac and you n*ggas got a [?]
He ain’t the real one, he ain’t got no hat
Babylife calmer than a big house walkin on the doormat (Huh)
Big Glock n*gga f*ck a face tat
pus*y wet I’m tryna get in her cat
Don’t play with B Whoa, I pull out them racks
(Don’t play with B Whoa, I pull out them racks)