Bust down Lyrics

That lil' girl, runnin' on my checks That lil' girl, when I see her she gon' flex

That lil' girl, when I runnin' on my checks That lil' girl, when I see her she gon

When I see her she gon' flex Yeah, I ain't no buckin' vest

When I pull up to the party, why she say she gettin' wet

And yeah, I sell my soul, so you know I'm gettin' rich

And I pull up with the Marley, so you know it's gettin' lit

And my bust out, when I see her she gon' pull out

She a freak now, look at the way she gettin' lit

Look at the way she gettin' hit, look at the way she gettin' bit

She wanna fuck now, so I pull up in my wreck

Bring my tech out, just in case I bring a bitch

You know I'm rich now, so you know she want some dick

I ain't got no time now, cause you know I'm gettin' rich

And I'm gettin' hella lit, why my Marley hella pink

I bring my whip out, then I make a whip for it

Where I come from, yeah, and you always whip for shit

I got my crib now, and I make a cookin' it

If you sayin' you like milk, then you make me sick as shit

Then I take you to the crib, then I'll take you to my whip

Then I'll take you to the hood, where you gettin' fuckin' lit

If you say that you gon' cheat, then I'll make your life shit

If I see your homeboy, then you know he gettin' hit

And I put my 38, it be lookin' like an 8

And you know I have an 8, so cut me up a fuckin' steak

And a side of fries with it, cause I'm tryna get big

Yeah, you sayin' I'm a gyp, come and see me, you get hit

You ain't nothin' but a bitch, and yeah, I fucked your bitch

She like the way that I sip, yeah, Marley in my whip

And you know I got a check, new Porsche, came with it

And yeah, I sold my soul, but at least I'm gettin' rich

At least I'm gettin' hits, you ain't nothin' but a bitch

You ain't a killer, you a bitch, you ain't a killer, you a snitch

You ride your homies out for a fuckin' bitch

You ride your homies out for a piece of dick

Or a piece of nick, or a piece of stick

I will teach you how to hit, so you can fuck your bitch

Yeah, you know I'm gettin' lit, Marley in my whip

Marley in my bust style, party on my wrist

She like the way I piss, she like the way I sip

She ask if she can hit, but baby, I ain't no bitch

Show me the way you whip, maybe I'll consider it

I pull up to the party and I pull up in my whip

I bring the Marley with me and you know she gettin' wet

Porsche, a Panamera, and you know I work for it

They say I sold my soul, but at least I'm gettin' rich

At least I'm gettin' hits, you know I work for it

Don't be sayin' I'm a bitch, cause I'll pop you, now you dead

Yeah, I'm gettin' all my checks, I sold my soul for it

Yeah, your girl is a ho, she always go to Moe's

And yeah, that's where my bros

And you know I'm gettin' checks, you know I'm gettin' rich

When I pull up to the party, yeah, you know it's gettin' lit

When I pull up to the Marley, why she always gettin' wet

Why she always ask for sex? Cause your girl is a bitch

Got a crib, I work for it, girl, you better cook in it

Got a girl in my back, yeah, in the seat

Red Rover on me and you know I like the peas

And you say I'm pushin' feet, and you say I'm pullin' seats

But you know me, girl, and you always in the streets

And your man is a freak, why he always message me

Get your girl, man, yeah, she for the fuckin' streets

All she do is smoke and weep, all she do is smoke and bleep

She was askin' if I'm down, if I'm always pushin' peeps

Got a bust style, I'm not Cartier, got it rich now

In my fuckin' ear and I'm rich now

Say I'm in a bed, and the demons in me

And they know they comin' out, yeah, yeah

And you know I got a frown, I'm a king, I got a crown

So if you see me, you stay down, I'm a king and you a clown

So you get out of my town, I wipe my nut on your towel

Got a bust style, in my Cartier, got my wrist now

All up in the air, yeah, I'm rich now

So I don't care if you say I'm rich now

So I don't care if you say I'm rich now