I Got Money

[Intro]
Ayy (Baow)
Nigga, ayy, look
Bitch, they call me Big Bezzy
Ayy, yeah, 3rd World shit, ayy, look, ayy
Ayy, turn me up

[Chorus]
I got money, I got cars, I got bitches, I got hoes
I got niggas up the road, I got pressure for the low
I need twenty for a show, I got shooters that's on go
Size me up, bitch, I'ma roll, I just had to let you know, yeah
Bitch, I ain't no ho, smoke a nigga like a joe, yeah
Bitch, I rep that 3rd and that's everywhere I go, yeah
Turnt up at my shows, hoes grabbin' on my clothes
They don't check me at the door 'cause they know I got that pole, yeah

[Verse]
Turnt up off this Addy, but this syrup got me slow, yeah
Hit her with it one time, now she callin' for some more
My lil' shooter, he don't fuck with Addys, he be fully mode
Niggas hollerin' 'bout they goin' up, tell 'em check the score (Yeah)
Catch me, catch me by the store, ayy, you know where I be, nigga
Hollerin' 'bout it's up, well, fuck it, pull up, you gon' see, nigga
Bitch, I keep a Glock, and you know it got a D, nigga
Leave your shit on E, nigga, better not fuck with me, nigga
I don't give an F, look, 'cause I'm a fuckin' G, nigga
Think he on that H the way I put that bitch to sleep, yeah
A nigga know how I rock, J's on my feet
And when I ride, by my side, I got that K on the seat, nigga
You gon' take an L before I lose, that's on my moms, nigga
Bitch, I'm in my bag like M&Ms, don't worry 'bout mine, nigga
Thinkin' you gon' win somethin' over me, you wastin' time, nigga
I be statin' facts and you be cappin' in your rhymes, nigga
You gon' think it's graduation how them hats gon' get to flyin', nigga
Fuck with one of mine, nigga, everybody dyin', nigga
You want beef, this chopper take you out to eat, let's go to Chimes, nigga
Just like Rodney, whip you front your baby (It ain't mine, nigga)
They be like, "That nigga Bezzy crazy," you ain't lyin', nigga
Thinkin' you gon' play me like I'm pussy, don't come try, nigga
Talkin' 'bout you runnin' off on who? You out your mind, nigga
Let me catch you lackin' up in traffic, then I'm firin', nigga

[Chorus]
I got money, I got cars, I got bitches, I got hoes
I got niggas up the road, I got pressure for the low
I need twenty for a show, I got shooters that's on go
Size me up, bitch, I'ma roll, I just had to let you know, yeah
Bitch, I ain't no ho, smoke a nigga like a joe, yeah
Bitch, I rep that 3rd and that's everywhere I go, yeah
Turnt up at my shows, hoes grabbin' on my clothes
They don't check me at the door 'cause they know I got that pole, yeah

[Outro]
Baow, huh? What? Look
Huh? Baow, what? Huh?
Look, what? Baow, huh?
Grrah, woo, oh my God