Lyrics
Yeah, b***h say what's up, I said, uh
Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Massage Seats - Bandana - ****, flip a brick
Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Massage Seats - Bandana - B***h ask me what's up, I said, uh
Pimp a b***h
Diamonds in the woodgrain wheel, b***h
Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Massage Seats - Bandana - ****, Kane
Golden State the roster, my garage deep
Floating in the foreign on massage seats
Yeah, keep, keep designer on a broad feet
I been water whippin' Earl Simmons, all my dawgs eat
44 Bulldog, all my dawgs bite
Flexin' AMG, pushin' redline through the red light
Spot a b***h boy with a red dot, bust a headshot
They got us in the scope, all this bread talk really fed talk
Yeah, b***h, **** it, get your money on
Still takin' calls on this money phone
Every Sunday morning, I hit Maurice with the MoneyGram
He was major league, I'm pitchin' softball, underhand
These b*****s don't understand
This ain't for soccer mamas, this for the underground
Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Massage Seats - Bandana - **** was the shit last summer and now they numbers down
Rappers gettin' jacked for they jewels,
I keep that tool with me
I go Makaveli on Hugh's brothers, b***h, who the menace?
Yeah, Kane, b***h
And I was hittin' b*****s, I'm talkin' 'bout
I was hittin' R&B b*****s
When a b***h was broke and shit
You know what I'm sayin', b***h?
You know what I'm sayin'?
Platinum b*****s, you know what I mean?
B*****s on the charts, you feel me? Yeah
You know what I mean,
Not just really big b*****s tryna get on,
You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, Kane Season
Yeah, b***h, **** it, get your money on
Still takin' calls on this money phone (Yo, what up?)
Every Sunday morning, Keshia hit me with the MoneyGram
Touchdown in the Chi and make that b***h do the money dance
I should have a tux on in this shit,
Me and money make holy matrimony
Shot caller, put them shooters on you like D'Antoni
Top dollar, lock me up and I make the bond, no
Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Massage Seats - Bandana - Big baller, father, you my son like Lonzo (****)
Entertainer with a lot of trap contacts
We pushin' packs 'cause in this rap, it ain't no max contracts
With fifty on a b***h head, that's a trap contract
And catch him with a car full and push they whole shit back
Seats in the 600, push they whole shit back
I flip a flow and do a show
And get the whole clique racks, b***h
Whippin' Earl Simmons, all my dawgs eat
Golden State the roster, my garage deep
Floating in the foreign on massage seats
Yeah, see, you gotta see, b***h,
You know, you gotta understand (Yeah)
I'm from Gary, mother****er ain't used to n
No foreign cars, you know what I'm sayin'? (**** it
Like, I remember when
When that b***h Ced came through with th
C, C230 or some shit , C or E class, some shit
I'm like "b***h? Get out that ****ing auntie Benz, b***h
Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Massage Seats - Bandana - ****, flip a brick
Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Massage Seats - Bandana - B***h ask me what's up, I said, uh
Pimp a b***h
Diamonds in the woodgrain wheel, b***h
Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Massage Seats - Bandana - ****, Kane
Golden State the roster, my garage deep
Floating in the foreign on massage seats
Yeah, keep, keep designer on a broad feet
I been water whippin' Earl Simmons, all my dawgs eat
44 Bulldog, all my dawgs bite
Flexin' AMG, pushin' redline through the red light
Spot a b***h boy with a red dot, bust a headshot
They got us in the scope, all this bread talk really fed talk
Yeah, b***h, **** it, get your money on
Still takin' calls on this money phone
Every Sunday morning, I hit Maurice with the MoneyGram
He was major league, I'm pitchin' softball, underhand
These b*****s don't understand
This ain't for soccer mamas, this for the underground
Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Massage Seats - Bandana - **** was the shit last summer and now they numbers down
Rappers gettin' jacked for they jewels,
I keep that tool with me
I go Makaveli on Hugh's brothers, b***h, who the menace?
Yeah, Kane, b***h
And I was hittin' b*****s, I'm talkin' 'bout
I was hittin' R&B b*****s
When a b***h was broke and shit
You know what I'm sayin', b***h?
You know what I'm sayin'?
Platinum b*****s, you know what I mean?
B*****s on the charts, you feel me? Yeah
You know what I mean,
Not just really big b*****s tryna get on,
You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, Kane Season
Yeah, b***h, **** it, get your money on
Still takin' calls on this money phone (Yo, what up?)
Every Sunday morning, Keshia hit me with the MoneyGram
Touchdown in the Chi and make that b***h do the money dance
I should have a tux on in this shit,
Me and money make holy matrimony
Shot caller, put them shooters on you like D'Antoni
Top dollar, lock me up and I make the bond, no
Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Massage Seats - Bandana - Big baller, father, you my son like Lonzo (****)
Entertainer with a lot of trap contacts
We pushin' packs 'cause in this rap, it ain't no max contracts
With fifty on a b***h head, that's a trap contract
And catch him with a car full and push they whole shit back
Seats in the 600, push they whole shit back
I flip a flow and do a show
And get the whole clique racks, b***h
Whippin' Earl Simmons, all my dawgs eat
Golden State the roster, my garage deep
Floating in the foreign on massage seats
Yeah, see, you gotta see, b***h,
You know, you gotta understand (Yeah)
I'm from Gary, mother****er ain't used to n
No foreign cars, you know what I'm sayin'? (**** it
Like, I remember when
When that b***h Ced came through with th
C, C230 or some shit , C or E class, some shit
I'm like "b***h? Get out that ****ing auntie Benz, b***h
