Why you lyin

[Intro]
(Blue Money Gang, cover the world)
Ohhhh ooh woah
Ohhhh ahhhh
Yuh yuh yuh yuh
Hoooo woahhh

[Chorus]
Yuh, bitch I been feelin low
Drank got me movin slow
She takin off her clothes
Bitch doin what I want
She know what I want
I'm feelin like a nine
Bitch bad, she a dime
Bitch, hoe, why you lyin
Bitch boy, ya get lined
Syrup, Tris by the line
Nigga I ain't sippin wine
Bitch all you do is whine
But I ain't askin why
Walked in wit my fye
Walk down, you get fried

[Verse]
I ain't even gon lie
Bitch, I ain't even gon lie
I walked in wit dat-
Yuh, I walked in wit dat nine
Ran off on a nigga like Plies
Big AR, I'ma shoot dat ride
On God I clutch on my fye
He try to run, then his ass gon fly
I ain't even gon heal ya
I was takin percs, now his ass can't feel, yea
Lil hoe said come here
Bitch I'm just tryna see what you feel, yuh
Bitch, I'm just tryna kill
Just tryna make you moan in my ear, yea
Bitch like wassup, yea
Big ahh black hoe eat like meal, yea
You hate me, oh well
Bitch I'ma catch dat pack, Odell, yea
Yo bitch ahh better not fail
I heard a bitch ahh nigga, oh yea
I see a snitch ahh nigga, oh yea
But I'm a rich ahh nigga, who care
I let these freak bitches suck my lip
I got this hot shit, nigga, god damn
She said it's my dick bae, no ma'am
Nigga got a Hi-Point, shit gon jam
I got this freak hoe naked on cam
Bitch you ain't me, so yea yea
Bitch you hate me, so yea yea
Bitch I be so fucked up
Bitch I be so low
Baby, where yo clothes

[Chorus]
Uh, bitch I been feelin low
Drank got me movin slow
She takin off her clothes
Bitch doin what I want
She know what I want
I'm feelin like a nine
Bitch bad, she a dime
Bitch, hoe, why you lyin
Bitch boy, ya get lined
Syrup, Tris by the line
Nigga I ain't sippin wine
Bitch all you do is whine
But I ain't askin why
Walked in wit my fye
Walk down, you get fried

[Outro]
(Bitch, don't fuck wit the Blue Money)