Broke Bitch Dreams

[Intro]
One time, one time, one time
I like it
Ayy
Little ass bitch
To a bitch too bogus, bitch too bogus
On my mama, she know me
We passing
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Ayy, bitch, my dough come first
Ain't I the worst? You can get it in the church
Had to shoot a nigga to continue spitting verse
They like, "Kony, don't shoot," I got thirty round burst
Ugh, I bob and weave and
Whip got a tuck just to throw my yeek in (Bitch)
I'm with geekin, that give me a reason
If a nigga actin' cutthroat, it's gon' start bleedin'
Red Mob, we the fuckin' mob, oh my fuckin' God
Another nigga step on these kicks, he gettin' fuckin' robbed
Pimp hoes, what a job, I should have a blog
Niggas thinkin' all I do is rap 'til I show the rod
Ice walk all on my neck
Ain't got a Patek unless I steal one from Nef
I shoot at the ref
'Cause any nigga knows best
When we stumble in this bitch, you better all break your necks
On the set, nigga

[Chorus]
Ho, you better come correct, nigga
'Cause I ain't into writing checks, these is fees I collect, nigga
Got her running out of breath, nigga
New Kony costs ten, nothing more, nothing less, nigga
I get cream, I get cheese
What I don't need is a broke bitch dreams
I get cream, I get cheese
What I don't need is a broke bitch dreams

[Verse 2]
We got all slugs when we walk up in the club
Suckers hatin' but they still showin' love, okay?
I ride around with our tint on Blood
Way you throw that ass on me, I have Stunna throw you dub, okay?
I get dough twenty-seven ways
You can put it on God, still have you on the blade (Bitch)
No, I'm not a pimp, I just run plays
Why the fuck would we fight?
Blood, the county is the only place I run fades
Gun blaze, hit him out of bounds if he run faith
Kony always geeking when the G stands for One Gang
Upgrade, have the hooker jumping hurdles
If her baby daddy tweaking, I'ma throw him Ninja Turtles
My feng shui get me far, you'll see one day
Never been a snitch, I can guarantee my son ain't
I ain't never fold, I can guarantee my gun ain't
You was going to school, I was chilling where the sun ain't, ayy

[Chorus]
Ho, you better come correct, nigga
'Cause I ain't into writing checks, these is fees I collect, nigga
Got her running out of breath, nigga
New Kony costs ten, nothing more, nothing less, nigga
I get cream, I get cheese
What I don't need is a broke bitch dreams
I get cream, I get cheese
What I don't need is a broke bitch dreams