My Bitches Get Money

Young Thug

[Hook - Young Thug:]
My b*tches be running, they chasing that paper
I'll serve you like waiters, I'm high like a scraper
Put a hole in your head, you look like a pacer
I'm sliming, I'm coming, know why I look at you funny?
My b*tches chase money [x8]

[Verse 1 - Young Thug:]
I'm cashing out for 100 P's
Put em straight in the trap and then it collect the green
Your b*tches want to caress the young slime king
Your old man want to arrest me for some slime things
I'm a f*cking king cobra
Thugger, Thugger, not snitching, but I told ya
Catch a trip, now they hit him with that mini chopper
I'm not talking Africans but they say blocka blocka
I can't stop
I got young n*ggas standing on the block
I told him chill but he refused to stop selling rocks
He told me I never need license, he go shoot at cops
Put em down, Thugga run round with 100 some rounds
Serving in everyone's town

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane:]
These n*ggas ain't got no money to dress like I dress
These n*ggas don't show out and be oh so fresh
Got red bottoms for me and my chick
My camera man got red bottoms on cause I'm so rich
My bus driver wearing Louis cause I'm Gucci b*tch
My chef got on Ferragamos, n*gga cook that sh*t
I got that stupid bread, my mama don't got to want for sh*t
I bought a hard top Lamb, didn't even want the sh*t
1017 brick squad, b*tch I own that sh*t
A n*gga disrespect me, I can't condone that sh*t
I got a 10 O clock appointment at the office, trick
They pour a half a pint of lean in that coffee b*tch

[Hook]