Donations

(albüm: No Limit Niggas - 2015)

Donations (racks)
Donations (racks)
Donations (racks)
Bitch I'm donating!
Throwing racks call it donations
Get it back, bitch I'm donating
Walk up in that club with them gats
Throw my sets up
Reach in my pocket then I throw ya whole check up
Bitch in local house parties throw my sets up
Reach up in my pocket then I throw ya whole check up

[Bibby]
They call me Big Bucks, so you know I got racks
And I always been at the trap and I be fuckin bitches off rap
And I done put my team on the map
In them clubs throwing them stacks
Stashing out get it right back
Damn I coulda spent that at Saks
Shit like that make me think back
Like "Damn, I coulda bought a brick"
My pockets super fat got me lookin like a walkin lick
I don't gotta stalk a bitch, this money got me talkin shit
And if a nigga start some shit
Yellow tape, chalk and shit
Bibby I be off the shits
Need some good head
So I'm lookin for the smartest bitch
These hoes gon' go cus I throw money
They show money
Cash out and get more money
Splurge til I got no money
Pimpin shit, I got hoe money
Dirty money, that's dope money
Broke niggas be so funny
My young killas gon' blow for me
For a couple hunneds that's no money
Rob you and throw yo money
With a white bitch call her snow bunny
And I wipe my nose with a hundred dollars
When my nose runny
Rich Shit!

Donations (racks)
Donations (racks)
Donations (racks)
Bitch I'm donating!
Throwing racks call it donations
Get it back, bitch I'm donating
Walk up in that club with them gats
Throw my sets up
Reach in my pocket then I throw ya whole check up
Bitch in local house parties throw my sets up
Reach up in my pocket then I throw ya whole check up

[Herb:]
Throw money, blow money
Your cop money my show money
Ya'll broke niggas got no money
It's Lil Herbie, I smoke money
Ya'll so funny, come get what ya'll want from me
Man run up get done up
Click clack one up
My niggas on the mission countin digits on the come up
Couple bitches with us suckin dick until the sun up
We get donations, gettin to the guap I ain't got no patience
Sprint to the top I ain't bout no racin
Louie cost bout 9, I ain't rock no basic
I rock real shit, bitch I kill shit
YSL shit, hit the kill switch
True Religion polo, Herbo dolo
I say bein broke a no-no
Ridin 30s on the low low
Mixtape droppin soon like a hustle and a promo
Lotta us in the room smokin loud in the room
See ya bitch on my dick likea towel on the broom
Got a hundred bad bitches tryna pile in the room
I'm a real nigga, 40cal in my trues
Every nigga with a 40cal in a goon
This the the anthem here, 150 all black like the panthers here
Throw your mans in the trunk send a ransom here
All these hoes scream my name say I'm handsome yeah
35 for the chain and a Pandamere [?]
45 for the range I be cashin yeah
Prada Robin jeans that's the fashion yeah
She tryna do the team if you askin yeah
Gucci Louie fiend I be spazzin yeah
No Limit we the team we ain't average here
And we savage here

Donations (racks)
Donations (racks)
Donations (racks)
Bitch I'm donating!
Throwing racks call it donations
Get it back, bitch I'm donating
Walk up in that club with them gats
Throw my sets up
Reach in my pocket then I throw ya whole check up
Bitch in local house parties throw my sets up
Reach up in my pocket then I throw ya whole check up