[Intro]
Fuck that bitch, I'm getting money, I love that shit
If it ain't money, get away from me, fuck that shit
Always riding, why I do this cause I love that shit
Can't go Hollywood I rather stay hood, I love that shit
[Hook: Doeboi Flexx]
Fuck that bitch, I'm getting money, I love that shit
If it ain't money, get away from me, fuck that shit
Always riding, why I do this cause I love that shit
Can't go Hollywood I rather stay hood, I love that shit
I love that shit, I love that shit, love that--love that shit (4x)
[Verse 1: Lil Mister]
I love that shit, band up get rich
If it ain't money, I ain't tryna hear shit
Baby hush that shit, baby I'ma walking lick, and I talk shit
Make a fuck nigga piss, got bands in the whip
40 cal on my hip, I ain't worried about shit
Foreign thing switch shifts, jack boss switch lanes
All my niggas Insane
Ballout Loul Deng, Bro nem got aim
40 Glock go bang, blow a fuck nigga brains
Smoke dope kill pain, choppa bullets they rain
Got white that cane, black 9 Luol Deng
7-4 the gang, Folks nem gang bang
Ride yo bitch like a train, she gonna bless the whole team
Eat eat, get brain
Can't go Hollywood nigga mother fuck fame
I be cooling with the gang, we gone off lean
Off flats, pop beans, stay flee that's me
Ball hard, play D
And my dope from the sea, rolling up on the beach
[Hook: Doeboi Flexx]
[Verse 2: $wagg Dinero]
I don't trust shit
My pockets thick, my fist cost grip
Don't cuff that bitch, she with the shit, do more than dicks
That thing I whip, I use my wrist
They come back quick, my defense sick
I blitz this trap, he fumble bricks, we love this shit
Counting up checks, and I don't care nothing about no bitch
Fuck that bitch, she a bopper, I can tell she wasn't on shit
Stupid bitch, you was broke, don't try to say you bought me shit
Racks on wrist, so I see you seen that I been on my shit
Tried that bitch, he ain't for shit
How shit go here, we play with 40s
No pocket rockets take yo pick, I gotta piss
I'm almost rich, I'm young and rich
That semi spit, red beam with the shit, don't need no grip
[Hook: Doeboi Flexx]
[Verse 3: Smylez]
069 I say it all the time cause I love that shit
She told you I'ma friend from high school but I fucked that bitch
Block to hot, every gun got bodies, don't touch that shit
Big ol' eyes, tryna set up the guys, we gone stomp that bitch
No new niggas
Naw we ain't tryna clique up, nigg ion't trust that shit
We tote triggers, get out of line, I got it I'ma bust that bitch
If you ain't rich, you gotta start off with Loud on the corner selling dimes and nicks
Oo this a hit, call Doeboi Flexx like nigga I love this shit
Y'all know me, Big Boss Smylez
Can't get money let me teach you how
We do drills click clack pow, nigga we'll lay the whole fefe down
I'm in the sky, y'all can see me now
Say what's up when you see me out
Opps getting mad we on TV now
Punching up walls knocking TVs down
Bitches love to stay fly and shit
Wanna call my phone to get high and shit
Know they gotta whole nigga wanna lie and shit
My bitch come in, wanna hide and shit
Sweet song, yeah on my highest shit, lose a 40 on my diet shit
Got choppas with silents, let see which one shoot the quietest
[Hook: Doeboi Flexx]
[Verse 4: Quan Bandz & Doeboi Flexx]
Fuck these hoes, these hoes be lying
Bitch can't get a dime
I'm bout my bands, don't waste my time
Wanna be me get a lining
10 year nigga that's 875
8th never cross my mind
All the bitches keep dying
But I told y'all before, now I gotta squad down to ride
I'm from 06, where you don't get no pass, we gone beat yo ass
Fucks with real niggas, turn up beat shit
R.I.P to my guys
Posted on Compton that's where I grew up
Bitch 875 ain't selling shit
We Insane Gang
Fuck Trell free the guys
Love that money don't love that bitch
Fuck that bitch, she ain't give me shit
Keep that tool, nigga don't get fixed
I keep telling y'all I'ma be rich
Word on the streets, I'ma walking lick
If a nigga try me the other day at smith
I'm slick with the money, you can call me Rick
Take yo top off like a open pick
[Outro: Doeboi Flexx]
Boy I love that shit, I'ont love that bitch
Fuck that bitch I only hug that bitch
Niggas cuffing these killers who does that shit?
Bands over these bitches, you don't touch that shit
Nigga trying to apologize, fuck that shit
Shawty got some good head, bitch suck that shit
Fake niggas, you know I had to cut that shit
If you ain't talking bands than shut that shit
