Broke Bitch Dreams

One time, one time, one time
 (I like it) ayy-ayy
 Little ass bitch, to a bitch too bogus
 Bitch too bogus, on my mama, she know me
 We passin' (ayy, ayy)
 Ayy, bitch (bitch), my dough come first
 Ain't I the worst? You can get it in the church
 Had to shoot a nigga to continue spittin' verse
 They like, "Kony, don't shoot", I got 30 round burst
 Uh, I bob and weave and
 Whip got a tuck just to throw my yeek in (bitch)
 I'm with geekin', that give me a reason
 If a nigga actin' cutthroat, it's gon' start bleedin'
 Red Mob, we the fuckin' mob, oh my fuckin' God
 Another nigga step on these kicks, he gettin' fuckin' robbed
 Pimp hoes, what a job, I should have a blog
 Niggas thinkin' all I do is rap 'til I show the rod
 Ice walk all on my neck
 Ain't got a Patek unless I steal one from Nef
 I shoot at the ref 'cause any nigga knows best
 When we stumble in this bitch
 You better all break your necks on the set, nigga
 Hoe, you better come correct, nigga
 'Cause I ain't into writin' checks, these is fees I collect, nigga
 Got her runnin' out of breath, nigga
 New Kony costs ten, nothin' more, nothin' less, nigga
 I get cream, I get cheese (cheese)
 What I don't need is a broke bitch dreams
 I get cream (cream), I get cheese (cheese)
 What I don't need is a broke bitch dreams
 We got all slugs when we walk up in the club
 Suckers hatin', but they still showin' love, okay?
 I ride around with our tint on Blood
 Way you throw that ass on me, I have Stunna throw you dub, okay?
 I get dough 27 ways (27 ways)
 You can put it on God, still have you on the blade (bitch)
 No, I'm not a pimp, I just run plays
 Why the fuck would we fight?
 Blood, the county is the only place I run fades
 Gu-gun blaze, hit him out of bounds if he run faith
 Kony always geekin' when the G stands for One Gang
 Upgrade, have the hooker jumpin' hurdles
 If her baby daddy tweakin', I'ma throw him Ninja Turtles
 My feng shui get me far, you'll see one day
 Never been a snitch, I can guarantee my son ain't (son ain't)
 I ain't never fold, I can guarantee my gun ain't (bitch)
 You was goin' to school, I was chillin' where the sun ain't, ayy
 Hoe, you better come correct, nigga
 'Cause I ain't into writin' checks, these is fees I collect, nigga
 Got her runnin' out of breath, nigga
 New Kony costs ten, nothin' more, nothin' less, nigga
 I get cream, I get cheese (ayy, ayy)
 What I don't need is a broke bitch dreams
 I get cream, I get cheese (ayy, uh)
 What I don't need is a broke bitch dreams
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