IMB 007 - JEANIE BUSS Lyrics

Yeah, I'm too focused on the money to be worried bout other shit
Bitch a young nigga in his bag, I'm just tryna get rich
Yeah, I'm just tryna get rich, bitch I'm focused on the bag
Not the box, I'm not Roddy Ricch I used to hop out with that stick
Tryna make a nigga strip, if he move, then he ripped
I don't wanna do that no more Everywhere I rob, niggas
So everywhere I gotta watch my fro Nigga, I watch my bro
Nigga, I watch my hoe Who can I trust, man
This world so cold Keep the heat up on a nigga
Just to keep me warm Smoke before the drill
That's the calm before the storm, nigga
Check the process, nigga Roll it up, what else
Flame it up, what else? Roll out, uh-uh
Then flame him up, f*ck Change him up, yea nigga bang him up
Treat that ass just like a jersey, we gon' hang him up
Bitch, f*ckin' with the mob, that shit dangerous
And this shit up in my pocket, this shit stainless
F*ck around with the mob, we leave you brainless
Since high school, we knew them niggas could hang with us
In my arms, I trust, nigga move, then I bust
He got hit a couple times, I don't think he in a rush
Leave his ass for dead, don't try to fight it, child, hush
Put a trip dub on your head, bitch, I feel like Russ
I got niggas makin' plays for me, I'm Jeanie Buss
Catch a nigga slippin, ask him what's the fuss
Now all of a sudden, niggas ain't even hype no more
Double zero lean fein, yeah, I still pour the four
Yeah, I still sip the raw A nigga six'three", I don't think
I can fit in that aventador, so I guess I gotta get the truck
I'm just like Giannas bitch, I'm all about my f*ckin' bucks
And I feel like Hugh Hefner, nigga, I got all the sluts
Take a bad bitch, yeah, fold her up
Yeah, dick her down, yeah, show her up
Yeah, show her what's up, double or treat the sluts
Internal abuse, what I'm givin' her, nigga, I'm beating ' the guts