Bad bitches, yeah, they love a thug
They want a rich nigga sellin’ drugs
Heard a nigga workin’ with a plug
Now she tied to me like a book
Tell your hoe I blow them stacks, nigga
Tell your bitch I blow them stacks, nigga
Tell your hoe I blow them stacks, nigga
Yeah, yeah – she know I blow them stacks, nigga
Tell your bitch I’ve got a truckload
Tell your hoe I’ve got the streets in a chokehold
Tell your bitch I’ve got all the cash
My hoe in the mall grabbin’ all types of bags
If you tell her somethin’, make sure you tell her this:
Casino stay down and he driving foreign whips
I’ve got a hustle the same size as…
My brother… make it look like…
Tell your hoe that, if you tell her somethin’
Tell her money pilin’, if you tell her somethin’
All the bitches love me ’cause I’m sellin’ somethin’
And I’m a motherfuckin’ boss and I ain’t tellin’ nothin’
Bad bitches, yeah, they love a thug
They want a rich nigga sellin’ drugs
Heard a nigga workin’ with a plug
Now she tied to me like a book
Tell your hoe I blow them stacks, nigga
Tell your bitch I blow them stacks, nigga
Tell your hoe I blow them stacks, nigga
Yeah, yeah – she know I blow them stacks, nigga
A nigga all straight – I’ve got plugs on plugs
Got a lot of cake – all my niggas sellin’ drugs
Say you wanna bail? We gon’ kill you if you tell
Sellin’ fish scale, gotta shoot it out with twelve
Niggas on the line – got these bitches sellin’ pussy
They finessing for it, and they and they bring ‘em back to cook
This ain’t Warsaw – bought a thousand and one grams
If you whip it right, you can pull up in a Lam’
On that lean, nigga – know we serve ‘em by the paint
You wanna live, nigga? Well, you’d better bring your bank
I was grinding way before they sent you, your baby daddy know this
Every time I fucked her with another bitch, she noticed
Bad bitches, yeah, they love a thug
They want a rich nigga sellin’ drugs
Heard a nigga workin’ with a plug
Now she tied to me like a book
Tell your hoe I blow them stacks, nigga
Tell your bitch I blow them stacks, nigga
Tell your hoe I blow them stacks, nigga
Yeah, yeah – she know I blow them stacks, nigga
All these bad hoes want a Blood
Oops, I mean “bloody” – for them stacks we leave you bloody
We get down and dirty, I mean muddy
Woke up to the A, the home of that red clay
And ain’t shit sweet, so why they call us the Peach Gang?
See, money at a young age, it fucked up my mindstate
Or did it?
It was always trap or die
And I ain’t die, so I guess I did it
We was serving magic rounds
Yeah, anybody can can get it
And it’s all about us, so let’s get it
And it get cold in them streets, so bring your mittens
Casino the ex drug dealer is on in six minutes
Dirty like business…
Bad bitches, yeah, they love a thug
They want a rich nigga sellin’ drugs
Heard a nigga workin’ with a plug
Now she tied to me like a book
Tell your hoe I blow them stacks, nigga
Tell your bitch I blow them stacks, nigga
Tell your hoe I blow them stacks, nigga
Yeah, yeah – she know I blow them stacks, nigga
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