letra de here comes the bs - glockboyz teejaee
[intro]
(brian, you’re so crazy for this)
[chorus]
sh-t, i just want the money, here come the bullsh-t
man, i got tired of f-ckin’ her and got a newer b-tch
i [?] a b-tch number and asked her ”where you at?” i’m tryna see some sh-t
n-gga, i’m in the mall draggin’ bags, you know i keep the bl!ck
sh-t, i just want the money, here come the bullsh-t
man, i got tired of f-ckin’ her and got a newer b-tch
i [?] a b-tch number and asked her “where you at?” i’m tryna see some sh-t
n-gga, i’m in the mall draggin’ bags, you know i keep the bl!ck
[verse 1]
i guess the money come with bullsh-t, the bullsh-t comе with money, yeah
i don’t evеn know her, she be actin’ like she love me
i got a ho out in la that i be chargin’ just to f-ck me
i got my n-ggas with me, don’t bump me in this b-tch, it’s gon’ get ugly
i want the money, i ain’t trippin’, as long as i’m makin’ somethin’
we rob n-ggas, sell dope, and we be f-ckin’ with them numbers
i’m makin’ money and music, makin’ more money than music
a hundred k off of the hustle, another hundred on the computer
n-gga, my hands hurtin’, i’ve been countin’ money all day
these n-ggas sick i’m rich, you should see they face
man, glockboy’ll leave the state if i can’t beat the case
man, i ain’t tryna waste no time with a b-tch, she let me, i’ma pay
like i was textin’ one of these n-ggas, hit ’em with the k
it’s like i’m goin’ through a breakup, n-gga, i always play the drac’
she was tryna let me f-ck, i thought the b-tch was tryna set me up
still pulled up on her with my gun out, you know i don’t give a f-ck
man, all my n-ggas in this b-tch, somebody pour me up
man, you ain’t even got no money to get fresh, i know your life suck
man, i was hittin’ out the counter, they sat me down a couple months
i got out, then ran it up, my f-ckin’ b-tches donald trump, n-gga
[chorus]
sh-t, i just want the money, here come the bullsh-t
man, i got tired of f-ckin’ her and got a newer b-tch
i [?] a b-tch number and asked her “where you at?” i’m tryna see some sh-t
n-gga, i’m in the mall draggin’ bags, you know i keep the bl!ck
sh-t, i just want the money, here come the bullsh-t
man, i got tired of f-ckin’ her and got a newer b-tch
i [?] a b-tch number and asked her “where you at?” i’m tryna see some sh-t
n-gga, i’m in the mall draggin’ bags, you know i keep the bl!ck
[verse 2]
that’s how it is, n-gga, i keep it on me
come f-ck with me, i’ll show you how i live, i’m your richer homie
i gave her half of the d-ck and i went missing on her
man, she been callin’ back tryna get the rest, i ain’t got nothin’ for her
i’m out of town pourin’ drank, i’m in your hood pourin’ drank
i’m in a city i ain’t never been to, gettin’ pape
i got forty on the dresser, layin’ right next to the drac’
you make me mad, i’ma grab the biggest one and hit your face
your b-tch love me, my b-tch love me, n-gga, everybody b-tch [?]
man, i be askin’ everybody b-tch for money, tryna pimp somethin’
lil’ bro, he ain’t tryna make no friends, he tryna l!ck somethin’
i’m tryna put a play together, get an assist for him
man, i told all my n-ggas i’ma pass the ball, just keep scorin’
rich n-gga, i don’t even get in a lyft unless that b-tch foreign
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