Glitch

Oh oh oh, shit, system got a glitch, bitch
Money coming in, it got an itch, bitch
Everyday you know I'm getting rich, bitch
Niggas hating, I don't give a shit, bitch
Guilty conscience, I ain't innocent, yeah
Tryna make a nigga cease and desist
I command your bitch, I surround your whip
I demand some chips, I'm bringing the clips
My back in, flip, I hang 'round some creeps
Some bloods, pimps, some thugs, [?]

Oh, yeah, that's right
Oh, yeah, that's right, oh, yeah, that's right
You goddamn right
Oh, yeah, that's right, oh, yeah, that's right
We don't play nice
Oh, yeah, that's right, oh, yeah, that's right
Just rate my price
Oh, yeah, that's right, oh, yeah, that's

Money bags, cash cars, clothes
Hunnid racks, stack tall, woah
Money bags, cash cars, clothes
Hunnid racks, stack tall, woah

Yeah, out late night with some move
We stay breaking all the rules
Me and three bitches in the nude
I'm the realest nigga in the room
Another twenty-K came through
I'm running through, but not acting foolish
Nothing to prove, got something to lose
So, buckle your dues, to pay for my doom
From the westside it's true
In a designer suit
Watch who you talking to
Out of my mind I'm glitching
Probably 'cause I been sipping, smoking, tripping
All of these bitches dancing on top of my dickies
Counting up hundreds and fifties
It's gettin wicked, I'm 'bout to black in a minute
I'm gone

Oh, yeah, that's right
Oh, yeah, that's right, oh, yeah, that's right
You goddamn right
Oh, yeah, that's right, oh, yeah, that's right
We don't play nice
Oh, yeah, that's right, oh, yeah, that's right
Just rate my price
Oh, yeah, that's right, oh, yeah, that's

Money bags, cash cars, clothes
Hunnid racks, stack tall, woah
Money bags, cash cars, clothes
Hunnid racks, stack tall, woah

Oh, yeah that's right
Oh, yeah that's right
Oh, yeah that's right
Oh, yeah that's right