Beecher 2 Westmont ft. YN Que Lyrics

I got money in my left pocket, Fucked up on a nigga, bitch, he want a text bout it

I be sippin' on his wok, I got health problems

I'm the Cash Money Boy and the GodFather, You see these shoes on my feet cost a nice price

I seen a hundred bad hoes,

fuck a Ice Spice

I dropped a 60 on his head, I got a Mike Knight Matter of fact, dropped a yop, it's a fight night'

T-ten up in the Mall, I'm finna spend

it She askin' for the money, I can't send it

I'm a fuckin' cash money, bitch, we trendin' She wanna have a baby, I can't lend it

T-ten up in the mall, and I spend it She askin' for the money, I can't send shit

I'm a fuckin' cash money, bitch, we trendin' She wanna have a baby, I can't lend shit!

Yeahhh, okay

She wanna have a baby, wanna have my son

Lil' mama fine' as hell, but she ain't got no buns

See a nigga muggin' in the club, I'm finna grab my gun

This wood hittin' hard, finna,

alright

This wood hittin' hard, finna jab my lungs

Smoke a pussy, nigga, now he in the wind Hit a fuck nigga with a chop, that's an F&N

Bitch blowin' up my phone, I ain't callin' back

Hit the fiend with a new batch, she had a heart attack

Yo, man's at the club, broke as hell, who started that

huh?

You better grab some pape!

threw ten thousand in the club, somebody grab a rake

Boy, there ain't no money if that Knot fold up, that's a plastic plate

Should've been signed with OVO, the way I grab the drake

I should've been born a hitman, the way I blast the K