Money Glitch

Big G Smoke, all I wanna do is sip custy want it all, I might have to take a trip Damn G Smoke, he be getting dollars quick How he so rich, he be ballin' like the Knicks Never lackin' at the store, clean up on aisle six Can't f*ck a dusty hoe, I need a rich bitch Fuckin' up some bags like I just did a money glitch I just spend it all for the f*ck of it Bitch, I'm from the motherfuckin' South Got it on me, I can't leave the crib without She got a fat ass, she finna bounce Pull up at your house unannounced Why you tryna fight? I wanna shoot it out This niggas thought it was finna be a knockout Lookin' everywhere, I ain't even see no opp out Catch him slippin' like he on Wipeout I got the cup and it's muddy, lil' nigga I got, yo, bitch, she wanna f*ck me, lil' nigga Count money, sip, walk, is what I do Broke an Oz, fingers got residue Bitch, I'm at magics, ballin' out like Turkoglu Bitches thinkin' me, cus they fuckin' rent is due Countin' all these hunnids, make my fingers blue G pourin' up, sayin' R.I.P. to Screw Got the trap jumpin' like a kangaroo Fuckin' on this bitch, you be callin' her your boo We flew in the coupe all the birds got scooped Pull up, broad day, and the opps got spooked G countin' 20, smokin' gas in the booth R.I.P. Drake, all these hoes know the truth R.I.P