Lyrics:
money)
We bustin' (bustin') this choppa shit (brrt, chopper)
No fussin', no, I don't argue, trick (no argue)
Bust down, talkin' 'bout glass and shit
Yeah I got it bussin' out the bag, yeah
This is big money, shit be bustin' out the bag, yeah
Shawty in designer jeans bussin' out the bag, yeah
thing I hear
Is the money machine no doubt
Yeah I got it bussin' out the bag, yeah
This is big money, shit be
Bustin' out the bag, yeah
Shawty in
Diamond on my neck completely
You go back in the time now
Packing the freezing timed it
Yeah
Yeah
Taking the mal time freezer
Bustin the bills like four now
Love don't last
But I love gettin money
Everything in the past
So I just keep runnin
Get your feet off the dash
Drive fast lil honey
Keep bustin
ransom
Avey don’t play
Fuck they gone say
Fuck all of you niggas
Excusez mon français
Killer walk, pumping down
Like a runway
Throw it back, bustin’ shots
What?
What?
Yeah
Yeah
Where’s the smile? Where’s the fire? Where’s the heat?
Bustin out, double barrel, nothing sweet
Opposition making trouble, put
All for that all for that notoriety of the public
Hopping round that bircle bustin off a pill
All for that all for that notoriety of the public
my wrist is snowin' (What?)
Bustin' checks in foreigns (Check, check)
Watch me bust these checks (What? yeah)
Watch me bust these checks (What? yeah)
It's Bustin Jest you can feel
It in your chest what
Your daddy isn't sure
But your mom is so obsessed
Your brother's cousin's sisters
Keep on dancing
Shake sumn break sumn nigga
Get to dumpin' all these poles swear to God I'm gon stretch sumn
These K's bustin' know his brain hurtin
Let off fifty in
angry Ayyy, ayyy, ayyy, ayyy
I'm fightin, I'm bustin, I'm poppin
I'm caught up in a rage, man somebody better stop me
I'm angry Ayyy, ayyy, ayyy, ayyy
I'm
see you burn
Fifty rounds in my choppa, I'm bustin' till ya burn
Fifty kilos I'm flippin', that's money I can burn
Burn, burn, they wanna see you
in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin' like you Rambo
If you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups
Fifty rounds in my choppa, I'm bustin' till ya burn
Fifty kilos I'm flippin', that's money I can burn
Burn, burn, they wanna see you burn
Burn, burn, they
one-eight-seven...
They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
Well fuck you too
Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway
Fuckin wit me I have you bustin niggas any day.
Yeah that's how i gotta be.
With a murder on my
stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds
bustin'
A lot of niggas had a chance, they was unlucky (yeah)
When it's so long, we don't even discuss it (nah)
Say you got hoes pullin' up, I don't
ya something
Bustin' makes me feel good
Bustin' makes me feel good
Bustin' makes me feel good
Yeah, bustin' makes me feel good
Oh, bustin' makes
Yeah, you supermodel thick
Damn, that ass bustin' out the bottom
I'ma lose my mind in it, crazy that medulla oblongata
Get to rubbin' on my lamp
fool, bout tah let my 9 get 'em
Uhh!
[Verse-1]
I be bustin' them locs
I be slangin' the dope
I be runnin' from coke
I be bustin' in dos
I be kickin'
behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger
But still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line (hold up, hold up)
I
liquor, father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin', fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin
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