Pretty Bitches

I like fast money, I like pretty bitches I'm with all of that
Throwin racks, gettin richer
I don't give a fuck about it, I ain't even trippin
It ain't nothin' to a boss when you really get it

Slidin' through the city with a pack on me
It ain't a clothing store but I got racks on me
Need a pretty ass bitch to throw it back on me
But you cannot be my wife cause I'm married to the money, holy matrimony
I was out here gettin' to it, ridin' round
OT, shippin' P'z, break it down, by the pound
Niggas only proud of me cause I rock Prada now
Out the gutter, ballin' pins, watch me knock em down
I've been goin' shoppin' every day for like the past week
Steppin' in designer shoes, see these ones on fashion week
I don't ever trip, I just do what GOD planned for me
Seen the diamonds twerkin', now these bitches tryna dance with me

I like fast money, I like pretty bitches
I'm with all of that
Throwin racks, gettin richer
I don't give a fuck about it, I ain't even trippin
It ain't nothin' to a boss when you really get it
I like fast money, I like pretty bitches
I'm with all of that
Throwin racks, gettin richer
I don't give a fuck about it, I ain't even trippin
It ain't nothing to a boss when you really get it



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Writer(s): Jaylen Davis
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