Void Lyrics

Ayy, money make the man when the bitch can't fill that void

Ayy, all the bullshit problems I will avoid Ayy, run around with me, you gon' get destroyed

money make the man when uh bitch can't fill that void

Ayy, fuckin' on his bitch, he got mad, had to kill him, no choice

Ayy, niggas broke and salty, they unemployed And like Call of Duty, we search and we destroy

Mmm money make the man when uh bitch can't fill that void

Ayy, fuckin' on his bitch, he got mad, had to kill him, no choice

Ayy, niggas broke and salty, they unemployed And like Call of Duty, we search and we destroy

Yeah, I fell in love with a groupie ho, you can get shot just like Ricky, no Rubio

Yo, homie catchin' these bullets, no Julio

I was really cookin' heat in the studio

Yeah, I got no love for a groupie ho, cut this Latina off, she call me stupido

I'll see you when I get there, just like Julio Fuck your bitch and put that shit on a audio

Yeah, I think bitch, you should worry about her, you should worry about them, why you worry about me

And yo, bitch got a really fat ass, I'ma beat it from the back, I'ma T-Y-B

I'ma be so known in the Tri-State, I'll be so known in the NYC

And these niggas, they act like hoes, they gossip just like TMZ

I need medicine, cause I'm so sick of the hate shit

And just like algebra, yo lil' bitch, she's so basic

I treat my problems just like blunts, cause I'ma face it

Only reason why I fuck a white girl is cause I hate those racists

So let me bring it back to them, ayy, I'ma bring it back up

Ayy, bitch, I know who you was screwin', ayy, wanna bring that back up

Ayy, you ain't even in my bracket, ayy, nigga, you should really back up

Ayy, do I got a call for backup, ayy, nigga, we ball so hard

These pussy ass niggas always tryna hack us,

mmm

Money make the man win, a bitch can't fill that void, yeah

Ayy, fuckin' on his bitch, he got mad, had to kill him, no choice

Ayy, ayy, niggas broke and salty, they unemployed

And like Call of Duty, we search and we destroy,

mmm

Money make the man win, a bitch can't fill that void, yeah

Ayy, fuckin' on his bitch, he got mad, had to kill him, no choice

Ayy, ayy, niggas broke and salty, they unemployed

And like Call of Duty, we search and we destroy, yeah

Ill take a xan, I'm forgettin' em

All of these bullets, it's punchin' and hittin' em

Music fill me up with so much adrenaline

All these bitches be the same like some synonyms, yeah

I won't stop till I make me a million

I be so high in the air, just like helium

Niggas be switchin' like skin of chameleon

Ice spice, bitch, you know I am not feelin' him aye

I said, bitch, why you worry about this

Why you worry about that? Why you on my D

And that bitch, rather ruin my night

Than to have a fun time, nigga, let me be

And this nigga think he can compete

Like the letter after B nigga we gon' C

My pants be feelin' like a morgue

Cause my pockets full with those deceased

Yeah, ayy, ain't no Bruno take drugs and go to Mars

Yeah, ain't no club nigga give him shots just like a bar

Ayy, niggas pussy acting like they was hard

Choppin' named 21 savage, it'll leave you with no heart

Ayy, bitch, I'ma bring it back up

I'ma bring it back here, I'ma bring it back to em

Ayy, niggas, they be talkin' that shit

Like I really do care, nigga, what is you doin?

Shit really feel like a high-speed chase

All the shit I'm pursuing, yeah

Then I drive the bitch back to her place

After I am done screwin

Mmm, money make the man

When a bitch can't fill that void, yeah

Ayy, fuckin' on his bitch, he got mad

Had to kill him, no choice

Ayy, ayy, niggas broke, gettin' salty

They unemployed

And like Call of Duty, we search and we destroy

Mmm, money make the man

When a bitch can't fill that void, yeah

Ayy, fuckin' on his bitch, he got mad

Had to kill him, no choice

Ayy, ayy, niggas broke, gettin' salty

They unemployed

And like Call of Duty, we search and we destroy

Yeah, I could probably rap this whole shit

I could probably rap a whole week

But I know if I did that, nobody listen to me

So I guess this shit was fucked up

But can you really blame a nigga

If the shoe was on the other foot

I wouldn't listen to it either

But that's how a nigga get his paper

Yo, I thank y'all niggas from just listenin' this far, yo

Bitch bitch, bitch, bitch

Bitch bitch, bitch, bitch