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birdman - fbgm lyrics

(intro)
this how it goes, you know?
everybody got they own way of tellin this but uh
sh-t…
f-ck b-tches and get money
that’s what you say when you ain’t f-ckin b-tches with money
okay
be like this

(verse)
look, every girl that say she ain’t bout that drama really bout that drama
she tell yea i don’t matter but she scream for the anaconda
i’m leaned up, bout to ench yo mamma, my ench a mamma behind er
mortgage payment and a big mistake for love designer
and i find it a little hard to understand
got a couple grand with the purchase but personally she ain’t got sh-t
she found me to buy her items and tell em they not kicks
i find em and more fight em and tell em they not sh-t
she a opportunist, i’m a buddhist she a white judas
told myself i’d never wife a girl that like to do this
told myself i’d never like a girl that got her princ-p-ls
but the intercourse will have you second guessin that
rap sh-t in the mall, she capture it all, the feel get reaction at all
she on like did it all, tell er my girl likes in the ball
to credit card kissalation that a buss in the fit
so i found a girl with some money to suck my d-ck
b–tch!

(hook)
f-ck b-tches and get money
that’s what you say when you ain’t f-ckin b-tches with money
alright
i like girls who got they own bank
and they on drank and know what to think
they always be like
aye f-ck b-tches and get money
that’s what you say when you ain’t f-ckin b-tches with money
alright
found a girl who got a job and ambition on it
girl who just a product of these b-tches homey

(verse)
every girl that say she don’t want yo commas really want yo commas
our conversation seem to revolve around me and dollars
she hate that we only dine at caraburr, she like a lotta
suckin, don’t even know how to pr-nounce
then cop me a ounce instead
why you always find a girl that would like to count your bread?
cuz out there countin come to head and man that head astounding
some rappers round my way will pay for the p-ssy but they p-ssy
look me in both of my eyes, you can see that look it wa for free tho
girls they like the guys playin heroes
with a number on they jerz, they a dirty money with 0’s
i used to have this homey pockets swollen
til these hoes convinced him that the goldie yea wasn’t gold
that’s co-sovilic way you tellin it
picture me payin for some p-ssy, used to be sellin this, celibate boy i think not
something fallic got her -n-lysis of the ink blot
and i think i’m bout to give er mind to think about
and she get paid like a motherf-cker

(verse)
man you a sucka ho sucka ho
type to cuff you a ho
type to pay for the second blow with a couple hundred o’s
fellas i’ve been seeing lately they disgust me
ever see me pay for attention i pray you bust me
cuss me out, pull the puffy out of your inner bin
let the beginners lead the scene and quick to intervene
and man these rappers scheming
a gold digger, sorta like a demon
except demons pay for they own and they got it
these women fienin, they pockets depletin
sh-t, i don’t love em
lately i’ve been changing my ways and don’t even f-ck em
cause sh-t they get attached to they hip, see you with a bag of chips
think that’s gon be baby, i’m gonna sn-tch yo wrist you touch my sh-t
like get your own, ain’t got a number better get your fonf
baby if it’s convenient then i could get you stoned
second you wanna get this bone then i’mma ask you by yo pockets and you gon ask me by the low
d-mn

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