Y3ah! (Bugs Bunny*) lyrics

I got money coming, I got slatts coming
I got b*tches coming
I got money on me
I got hunnids on me
Keep them hundreds on me
Keep them hundreds coming
Keep them b*tches coming
Keep them opps running
I just smoked an opp, you can keep it coming
I got bloodies with me, I got cousins with me
I got thotties with me, I got sl*tties with me
I'm on the Southside, I got two nines
I f*cked two hoes 'cause I'm too fine
I got hoes, yeah, after hoes, yeah
I change clothes, yeah, I change clothes, yeah
Different clothes, yеah, different tastes, yеah
She wanna taste, yeah, nut in her face, yeah
Bad b*tch got a case, yeah, but I wanted to give it to her, but I can't give her all, yeah, so I can't see these b*tch, oh yeah
I can't even starve with you
I got the money, yeah, I got a money issue, I got a uh, hold up
I got the cash on me, Bugs Bunny, yeah
Shawty f*ckin' on me, yeah she love me, yeah
I'm Cash Carti, yeah, I need a barbie, yeah
Hoes be starving yeah, hold up
I'm so fly like a martian, yeah
I take off on these b*tches, they be-, hold up
I take off on these b*tches, that sh*t [?], hold up
These b*tches be costin' hoes, they costin'
Yeah, n*gga flossin

[Verse 2]
Ice on me, I don't even know what it cost no more
Ice on me, I don't even know
Different slatts, every day, yeah
Different b*tches, different place
I put it all in her face
Then we go on vacay
I'm gon' do this every day
I'm gon nut in her face
Shawty better not be afraid
'Cause a n*gga keep a 'K

Money everywhere
b*tches everywhere
These b*tches do not care
b*tches everywhere
Hold up pus*y n*gga
You want smoke, we smoke you (We smoke, we smoke, hol' up, big truck, big truck)
I'm a slime, I'm a killer
I'ma hit 'em with ten, n*gga
Give a f*ck 'bout a victim
Give a f*ck 'bout them n*ggas
I'm the enemy, I know I'm me
That b*tch on me, yeah, like vaseline
Hold up uh, hold up uh, why you checkin' on it?
I got b*tches up on me, that be flirting with me
I'm so fly, like a motherf*ckin' pigeon homie
I'm in New York wit them n*ggas countin' digits homie
Run it up like a scammer, my n*ggas keep a hammer
We can f*ck right now
Numbers don't lie, lil b*tch
(Uh, Yeah)
Numbers don't lie, lil b*tch
Got a b*tch right now, she getting high wit me
Got a b*tch hiding in the crib, yeah
Im with slime we slugging
Me and my n*gga we thuggin'
Imma f*ck this hoe shawty wanna be mine
I can't f*ck these hoes forever
I gotta get this money I'm too clever