Buss It

I get the money and I get respect
Could get cho nigga but I get the check
Keep a trap nigga cause he got the tech
Catchin' them feelings I still get the check
Netflix in da dark like we in da movies
Dat nigga so thirsty he want make a movie
I told him just chill and just feel on my two piece
But he took his hands and just felt on my ass cheeks
Ridin the whip I ain't ridin no wave
I bet cho Lil bitch she make minimum wage
Yo nigga too goofy and broke for his age
Lil bitch youz a fan you stay on my page
Yo nigga just call you when he wanna fuck
I call yo lil nigga when I need dem dubs
What I want what I need, I need figures no love
I keep a trap star, yeah a goon a thug

I kill off bitches like a cold case
That all white Prada that's cocaine
He ate the pussy up like Lo mein
Im on a nigga head like rogaine
I like wire fraud, mink coats I'm in the blogs
These bitches talk lot, fuck these niggas, fuck the opps
That ice on my wrist, that's water Patek
My vvs bussin' that shit is a mess
I got a rich nigga, I copped me a benz
Bitches ain't shit, they copy they friends
I like a fat ass, round ass booty
Bad lil bitch sadity and bougie
You kicked it with bitches that said that they knew me
I only know bitches that flip it and move it
My bitches only fans bussin you can't tell her nothin'
My bitches only fans bussin you can't tell her nothin'



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Writer(s): Quanita Jones
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