City Girls (feat. RackRacinPlay & Kap) - Money Grip Flyerr

I'm from Libby City (across the bridge) Nah, bitch, I ain't from South Beach, I raised me Bitch, my mama was in the streets (yeah), no co-d (no) I ain't no rat, I'on know a thing, my homie (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) still had to eat off that scamming thing I know some niggas toting .40's like they ID's I know some bitches getting purses off her ID's I got my city on lock and the master key Pussy so good, make him say "Uh", this that Master P Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh, I'm from Opa-Locka, home of the choppers City Girls, Summer, JT, that's my partner (city) I'm a day bitch, Brown Subs to the Scotts (period) Lil' pretty bitch, but them killers from the lots will slide for me (du, du, du) I got some bitches and some niggas that'll bust for me (boo, boo, boo) So don't fuck with me Y'all bum niggas, caught me lacking, hit the wagon up Now the hood looking for 'em 'bout to body bag 'em up (my niggas) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Man, I came up from the bottom, that's why I'm talking cash shit Man, I went in my mama purse and I had got my ass kicked Let a nigga see his kids, you going out like a sad bitch You look better than your kids, and you got your ass did I don't be telling them niggas I love they ass no more 'cause I don't force it (no) I just put the label check inside the streets, so go and avoid it Ever since I call myself the voice, I'm starting to hear some voices And they told you ass to tell, and you did, you had a choice Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) I tilt my hats to real niggas who been real with it I know you love the streets to death, just don't be killed in it I brought the Crush, not for no drank, I put my pills in it Can't nobody tell us shit, you gotta deal with it Gun sling

Yo Rich, this shit is really crazy, no bullshit Oh shit, yeah, this is really crazy Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect, yeah Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Slide with me, bitch, you perfect Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect Lie for me, bitch, I'm perfect Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Slide with me, bitch, you perfect Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect Lie for me, bitch, I'm perfect In the Brinks truck, I need more bucks, woah (Cash) I, I need more sluts at the top floor (Let's get it, yeah) Every time I go in, I get hot more (Wow) I fuck bad bitches, she get soft more We was trappin' while you was sophomores Tryna make a dollar out of nothing, make you hot, boy (Yeah) Give me what you got, sail your wave like we the yacht boys Actin' like Oscars (Oscars), niggas imposters (damn, damn, damn...) Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Slide with me, bitch, you perfect Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect Lie for me, bitch, I'm perfect Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Slide with me, bitch, you perfect Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect Lie for me, bitch, I'm perfect Yeah, bend that shit over, twerk it Bend that shit over, work it Bend that shit over, jerk it Girl, you don't make me nervous My bitch want that Birkin Money don't make me nervous I'ma get the bands and spend it Lookin' like a check just landed This ain't nothin' new to me Her tits out like Janet You wouldn't understand it From wasn't in the sentence To all up in her mouth like dentist Foreigns on the Foreigns, I'ma vanish Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Slide with me, bitch, you perfect Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect Lie for me, bitch, I'm perfect Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Slide with me, bitch, you perfect Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect Lie for me, bitch, I'm perfect (Miami) I'll never snitch on daddy (Never) I'll hold a brick for you, daddy (Ounce) Smash on a bitch for you, daddy (Pop) Top of the Ritz, gettin' ate like a steak I'ma cream on your face, lil' daddy (Ooh) Ice my wrist, lil' Patek (Ice) We'll never ever have static (Never) I don't wanna fuck with nan' one of y'all hoes Free JT automatic Yes, I'm a fool for the carats Spirit animal is a rabbit Kill this pussy, come stab it Ow, cell fuckin' shawty right now Pussy so perfect, make a bitch mad Ooh, be calm City Girls up, we perfect Cheat on your bitch, I'm worth it I don't need Tristan, bitch, I'm pimpin' I'ma always hide behind the curtain Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Slide with me, bitch, you perfect Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect Lie for me, bitch, I'm perfect Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Slide with me, bitch, you perfect Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect Lie for me, bitch, I'm perfect

Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas Ayy, they're like, "Lakeyah, why they sleeping on you so hard?" (Don't give a fuck, I'm 'bout to jump back in my Goyard) That's that bitch that keep pulling out them foreign cars Put it in reverse to give your broke ass that jump start I hit my dance on these bitches like I'm Skuba Sada Drip on me heavy, got these bum hoes scuba diving I know they hate to see I'm really cold, I'm going viral Yeah, I been fly since 15 without a co-pilot (bitch) I got these hoes real pressed and I ain't doing shit And niggas lying on they dick, they ain't screwing shit Who said who the bigger GOAT? That's some bullshit Somebody put that hammer to her head, bring that toolkit I'ma keep it real, niggas ain't got no chance Bring that cheese, for a feature, I need ten bands I'm on they ass 'til it ain't one, just all legs My bitch dick bigger than yours and it's from Tool Shed These niggas capping in they raps, they ain't pop shit He popped a Perc' but that nigga still go soft quick And they ain't never seen me fight but I talk shit Put them dogs on you, pull up on you, get ya top ripped (ayy) And plus my numbers going up, she a fan now And if it's smoke, then it's up, you get fanned down Fuck it, no more pretty shit, I ain't playing 'round Bitch, I'm the GOAT, I'm the dog, I'm the man now I call these broke-ass niggas unstable creatures And if he eating pussy, he an ass eater My niggas don't give a fuck who you with neither Beat yo' bitch ass out the joggers and her wife beater My nigga sent me that beat so I had to do it And I be shitting on these hoes, I need more Louis You bum broke-ass hoes still going through it I should give these hoes a one-on-one, I go too stupid, bitch You ain't fuckin' with my clique (at all) All we gotta do is post a pic', it make 'em sick (yeah) Any nigga I fuck with, he know he gotta spend (cash) Any bitch I hang 'round, you know that bitch a ten (bad) Got him off a Perc' (yeah), took him out his shirt (yeah) Niggas act like bitches so we put 'em all in a skirt (hm) Nigga think he own that, he gon' end up on the shirt (bye) Made him eat my pussy then I put it in a verse Bitches mad 'cause I'm winning (ha) If it's new then I'm in it Hoes stay in my business (huh?) I'm on demon time, got you bitches' niggas sinning Time to school these bitches, where they hall pass? (Yeah) I'on want your nigga, get your dawg back (bye) If he 'on't get this pussy then that dawg mad (ayy) Bad bitches only, where my dawgs at? (Uh) If a nigga double-take, then his money, I'ma take Pussy tight, thighs thick, slurp up on it like a shake Bitches hard on the 'net but in person, they gon' break Baby Glock in my bag, but my nigga brought the Drac' I'ma work him for that bag Got him bragging that I came when that shit was really fake Sleep on that nigga, eat his meat like a steak Slide on that bitch, beat his sister with a rake Been won the race, tired of bitches 'cause they fake See my sons in the club, see my sons in my face I'on move with no mace, tryna put her in a brace Bitch, it's Miami, I'ma always make it shake (hoe) Bitches think they slime, then we both gon' be snakes I'ma fuck someone nigga, someone heart that's gon' break Back that shit up with my ass in his face (back it up) Stack that shit up, need some M's for my safe (period)

Can we get a room? On the south side of the ghetto Can we make sweet love while on the floor in the middle Can we Can we Can we Can we Said she love it when im in it Fuck her once and got her trippin Drop the top in the winner Yeah she know she with a winner She can't get enough Say my love a drug South side outta southside baby I only like it lavish don't you Waste my time (dont you waste my time) Well Ima bet you Ima get it right (Ima get you right yeahhh) I know you like it when I'm suckin on them pretty titties The way you move girl you know that you can get it See I ain't finna play no games with you 'Cause you know that you my boo When I put your legs up to your head you start to tremblin And when that D not in you girl I know you reminiscing Said she want it in the shower I ate it up about a hour yeah Whenever you get horny Girl you know you can come in Okay baby we grown now You got me sending sexy pictures To your phone now Touching all into you make your way home now Tell him take you on the ride of your of life Make love to you all night Girl that Pussy so tight It just made me wanna scream Let me hit it from the back Eat up on you like a snack, yeah Grip the dick ride it slow like you sliding on a pole (woahhh) Girl I had to let you know You the best I ever had Fuck the hoes from the past Yeen nothing like the last yeah