BITCH I'M HIM Lyrics

We get money we get fresh and we fuck hoes in that order

I pray to god every day that he don't bless me with a daughter

All I see is green think I got a disorder

Hits hoes by two yeah

Like my bitches boujee

Backwoods need a few grams

Took lil my brother two man now he new man

All the hoes staring got me feeling like Truman

I can tell by her smurk

She wanna take off her skirt

Baby jerecome won't you show me work

Nigga pulled up in a vert now the goes wanna flirt

I don't discriminate first come her serve

By end of the night I want her her and her

Show me how you what

Hell yeah I'm trynna fuck

All hoes in one room I ain't even gotta duck

All my bitches know wassup

Be seen not heard

Don't utter no word or you gotta hit the curb

It might sound absurd if you ain't real player

D-R-E imma bad bitch slayer

Not a hoe savior

Wouldn't even give a bitch a tissue

Keep the Nina close incase a nigga gotta issue

Unsaved number shorty texting Dre I miss you

I'm don't no the hoe I'm like who tf is you

Sorry for the sauce baby I ain't meant to rizz u

You looking at a star now it's hard to get a clear view

I don't see competition cause they all In my rear view

Yeah we see ya gun bitch Nigga we don't fear you

Bitch I'm him

Nothing like them

1of1 nigga

Shine bright not dim

Back at like at it Like crack attic

I don't duck static

Crib gotta couple automatic

Ain't shit sweet I letta nigga have

We don't care bout the season we hunting ducks and rabbits

Walking Down rodeo with a pocket full cabbage

A nigga oooze greatness ain't nothing bout me average

Nigga tried play savage got turned to a salad

Had the glockiana singing like a motherfucking ballad

Said he getting money yeah right boy we doubt it

Makin Pape easy it's a god given talent

Get money get fresh fuck hoes perfect balance

Left down right up left down right up

Think I got the cheat code to getting some bucks

One thing I won't do is leave the days one stuck

Issa dirty game but the real niggas still up