Gangsta

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I'm a gangsta bitch (bitch)
I'm a pistol-poppin', get-it-out-the-mud bitch (bitch)
I'm the type of bitch you might just fall in love with (ay)
Yeah, I'm looking for the money, where the plug at? (What? Where the plug at?)

I'm a rich bitch (rich)
Finesse a nigga out his life, he ain't get shit (bitch)
All my bundles come free, I'm a lit bitch (what)
Think that bitch mad she ain't his bitch (ay)
Aye, aye

I ain't gotta use no chop, I'll drop shit
I ain't flexing for the 'Gram, bitch, fuck a pic (hell nah)
All my bitches getting money, we ain't doing bitch
And your nigga taking orders, he a fucking trick (ay)

I ain't flexin' for no nigga who ain't got shit (ain't got shit)
I ain't tweetin' 'bout no bitch, I'ma spot them (I'm bitch)
All my niggas really killers, get mopped quick (get killed, bitch)
Bitch, you broke, and you mad I'm a hot bitch

Uh, I ain't gotta talk big, bitch, I'm 'bout it 'bout it ('bout it)
Pop up at yo' crib, make you come up out it (up out)
I'll take a bitch nigga, have her in her body (body)
Name Honey, bitch, you can come and lick it off me (lick it off)

I'm a gangsta bitch (bitch)
I'm a pistol-poppin', get-it-out-the-mud bitch (bitch)
I'm the type of bitch you might just fall in love with (ay)
Yeah, I'm looking for the money, where the plug at? (What?)

I'm a rich bitch (rich)
Finesse a nigga out his life, he ain't get shit (bitch)
All my bundles come free, I'm a lit bitch (what)
Think that bitch mad she ain't his bitch
Aye, aye

Bitches wanna fight, ain't no one-on-ones (ain't no one-on-one)
You talk real brazy, we got big guns (big guns)
Oh, yeah, drop a pin, bitch, we gon' come (come)
Drop her lil' ugly ass, then we gon' stomp (go come)

Big mouth, lil' hair, lil' bitch retarded
Putting on a show, leave her on the red carpet (ay)
Before we up them chops on you weak bitches (bitch)
We'll pull up to your crib, and just beat bitches (beat bitches)

All that Instagram flexing, get yo' weave snatched (I'm bitch)
Smack her in the mouth, don't wanna hear no feedback (what the fuck?)
Niggas got you on a leash, you a bad puppy (bitch)
Bitch you better keep a buzz off that rap money (rap money)

I'm a gangsta bitch (bitch)
I'm a pistol-poppin', get-it-out-the-mud bitch (bitch)
I'm the type of bitch you might just fall in love with (ay)
Yeah, I'm looking for the money, where the plug at? (What?)

I'm a rich bitch (rich)
Finesse a nigga out his life, he ain't get shit (bitch)
All my bundles come free, I'm a lit bitch (what)
Think that bitch mad she ain't his bitch
Aye, aye



Credits
Writer(s): Andre Young, Cordozar Broadus, Mark Adams, Richard Finch, Steve Arrington, Harry Casey, Cynthia Loving, Michael Allen, Raymond Turner, Daniel Webster, Darryl Mcclary, Steve Washington
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