Yeah, pussies don't get pussy, Brooklyn Countin' short, dark skin, she a fly lil' bitch Be up in all the clubs, feelin' ***, peein' *** Know the boy Stunt, Jonathan, Kelsey, Clutch East St. Laurent, Funtz on the bags to the punks G's love her aura, Valenciaga, Fedora Lame niggas borrow, struttin' like Shikamaru She'll take the kilo and stuff it up in the Gucci Brick of that run, stash it between the coochie Niggas treat her like a OG, first bitch in the hood With the Bentley Coupe GT Brooklyn is a team, Alexander McQueen Bustin' down a bird and balancin' with a beam 5'5", slanted eyes, bitch, walk, it's mean Boucheron bracelets and Armani jeans The cars get it, my bitches like a Rasta with it Black car, red bottoms, only mobster in it Yeah, PM, bitch, niggas lovin' me out On the 49, Bonnie and Clyde throwin' it up Murder, murder, these bitches, they never had it Gettin' money, gettin' further for stashin' the bigger bucks Damn, bitch, niggas lovin' me out On the 49, Bonnie and Clyde throwin' it up Murder, murder, these bitches, they never had it Gettin' money, gettin' further for stashin' the bigger bucks And yo, Rawls, sellin' bitches to the boss The blood, Clyde, flyest rap bitch in New York Y'all hoes better bat a *** down and pay homage I'm ten million sold on that stamp scan knowledge And all y'all rap bitches sound garbage And me and Rawls, like the hooded version of bombers Laws keep us silent from Giuseppe to my Blahniks The 38 Special and my Chanel Stylings Nana got the llama and the Hermes Tuffy But the fly silver fox keeps us on court bucking The trees, Van Noten pumps, Nicholas Kirkwood platforms Ladies, raise your glass to the smasher Yeah, PM, bitch, niggas lovin' me out On the 49, Bonnie and Clyde throwin' it up Murder, murder, these bitches, they never had it Gettin' money, gettin' further for stashin' the bigger bucks PM, bitch, niggas lovin' me out On the 49, Bonnie and Clyde throwin' it up Murder, murder, these bitches, they never had it Gettin' money, gettin' further for stashin' the bigger bucks Money ain't a thing, just look at my pinky ring So many letters in the bank, *** could never be the same Tom Ford, the Laws, my draws by Michael Kors And I watch a pretty penny, I'm talkin' hundred or more My petite Philippe, not for the cheap And my money in the street, way longer than my receipt Dealin' with the money, no money, all in the middle I'm dealin' with who owe me opponents, they gettin' riddled Box niggas up, on the ropes Louis sneakers, Louis luggage, the colognes and soaps Smellin' like money, my body tatted with hundreds 09, Bonnie and Clyde delivered it like I crumpled it PM, bitch, niggas lovin' me out On the 49, Bonnie and Clyde throwin' it up Murder, murder, these bitches, they never had it Gettin' money, gettin' further for stashin' the bigger bucks PM, bitch, niggas lovin' me out On the 49, Bonnie and Clyde throwin' it up Murder, murder, these bitches, they never had it Gettin' money, gettin' further for stashin' the bigger bucks Rise up the cave from the gully side Shootin' farmer, makin' money inside Crucify a dead, get me from the gutter side Murder, yellow tape, 5-0, homicide Yeah, we haffi take where *** lie Gully side, rise up the cave from the gully side Shootin' farmer, makin' money inside Crucify a dead, get me from the gutter side Murder, yellow tape, 5-0, homicide