Yeah, bitches on bitches Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh Ooh, J Gramm Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showing off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh) My bitch thick with a bag (Thick) My bitch rich with a ass (Thick) Lame niggas don't get to grab (Lame ass) Fuck niggas don't get to smash (Fuck nigga) Weak hoes don't get a pass (At all) Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks) Niggas stay in her DM's (DM's) Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched) In the streets, on the net, I'm trending (I'm trending) Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt) Niggas laying in your bushes, they blend in (Killers) Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut) She slurp me up, but I ain't lick her (At all) Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did) If you not gon' rain in them clubs (Them clubs) You don't deserve to see the strippers Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh) Thirties on thirties (Ooh) Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh) I don't stress hoes, left her waiting in the lobby (Nope) Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh) Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh) Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow) Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn) Got my auntie cooking up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh) Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt) Pull up in a 'Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh) Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?) And the fake followers you got, it ain't adding up (No) Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder) Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh) I don't even care, bitch, I'm rich, it don't matter (No) You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

Aye Bitch im back MovieOnn gang I Think My MovieOnn If they copy this shit imma go get it back They way I be blitzing they owe me a sack I'm hitting his home and if he ain't there I'm making his bitch give the drop to tha trap Aye (They slimy) You know who it is (Fuck on and off) If they copy this shit imma go get it back They way I be blitzing they owe me a sack I'm hitting his home and if he ain't there I'm making his bitch give the drop to tha trap Bitches be fake and they slimy no cap Betta watch out cause yo bros can be rats Killas rolling wit me I been kinda busy tryna turn all of these bands into racks Back in this bitch man I'm fresh off the stove Hottest young nigga stay ready to go I'm tryna match if he said he want smoke I be doing my thang for whoever don't know I be fucking it up When I'm all in her guts When I pull this bitch out she gone suck it some mo We done played in tha field We done finished them drills Now we on tha next level it's time to go pro Pull up I hop out then you see the gang Stay with the ratchet she think she my main Mac on my neck it get rock like a chain I be dumping these bullets they sounding like change Told brody let's put a 30 in our strap On the road when I'm tripping bitch I overpack Hole in his chest you can see out his back And what I don't use give his nigga the rest Movie onn (And what I don't use give his nigga the rest) Aye listen yall If Woo say tha word then im jacking that nigga Neph say the word then I'm smacking that nigga My movie be on I be clapping at niggas I stopped for a while I'm relapsing on niggas Get off yo ass and go get you some money Get you some money then get you some money I'm hungry im eating im rubbing my tummy Pockets got chubby bitches got ugly I'm spazzing I think the demon coming out Fuck all them glizzys when nina is out I'm tryna see what this nina about When I reach for the steal they gone think it's a foul Think shit a game put yo life to the test Come pass these bullets I shoot from the west 2 Shots to his head and then 4 to his chest (My aim is spectacular I think I'm the best) No matter the gun gonna rip through his flesh (He gasping for air bouta run outta breath) A dog wit this bitch how his body get fetched Can't run outta ammo this clip gotta stretch

Aye Aye Aye ma waddup I Think My MovieOnn Dont bite the hand that feed you Some shit I didnt understand And them niggas hoping I lose Had disguised themselves as friends Man I came from nothing I had to get it how I can I was skipping school to hit the block when blunts still costed ten Ask who riding fa me and not a soul had raised they hand Who running these streets my gang be marching like a band Since I started this shit I only go on my command I can handle the heat so I could never be a fan It's a different lifestyle but I'm glad it ain't the same You can play on na team but never play up in the game They say the sky is the limit I hold my head up and I aim Tell my momma I'm sorry fa all them years I caused her pain All them bad habits you can't just flush em down the drain Lace my tims grab my hood started Walking in the rain Did so much wrong I start ta feel it in my vein And I been using drugs but only Mary Jane It's the worst when you get to thinking and can't escape it You wanna ask for something won't open ya mouth to say Then you seen something you wanted and had to take it Got ya family looking at you like somebody that they hated Yeah I hate it I was taking from people that was related (damn) Going back and forth over conflict that I created F up in the streets but my papers haven't been graded Man they told me go to bed til I woke and seen I made it Don't bite the hand that feed you Some shit I didn't understand And them niggas hoping I lose Had disguised themselves as friends Man I came from nothing I had to get it how I can I was skipping school to hit the block when blunts still costed ten Ask who riding fa me and not a soul had raised they hand Who running these streets my gang be marching like a band Since I started this shit I only go on my command I can handle the heat so I could never be a fan They say I'm sick of you Well nigga get the flu While you talking I'm getting paid and my money turning blue Had to jump out my old ways now nigga im tha truth Why these nigga be talking like they can tell me what to do All this shit I'm bouta stop it Not stopping till im popping When I'm popping imma come back to the hood and treat my momma Take my bros on private jets And take my sisters to the island Tried to do my unk the worst so im returning 50 thousand It's thanksgiving how we eating with this money different dressing I ain't have no prints to follow in the puddles I was stepping Gang just said im heating up I checked to see if I was sweating I been spending all my savings as long as I get the check in Don't bite the hand that feed you Some shit I didnt understand And them niggas hoping I lose Had disguised themselves as friends Man I came from nothing I had to get it how I can I was skipping school to hit the block when blunts still costed ten Ask who riding fa me and not a soul had raised they hand Who running these streets my gang be marching like a band Since I started this shit I only go on my command I can handle the heat so I could never be a fan