Lil Gotit, Bhad Bhabie - $ (Money) lyrics

Can't rush the vibe, brando
Oh, lil’ bro made this?

If it's 'bout my money, I'm taxin' ho's
If it's 'bout my mans, I'm whackin' ho's
Crazy-ass bitch, I'm attractive ho
Let the gang-run through, pass the ho
Smash the ho,  pass the ho
Bat the ho,  then trash the ho
Trash the ho, smash the ho
Pass the ho, then bat the ho
Bhabie might pull up, smack the ho
Talkin’ real tough, get you out the door
Let ho get put in bitch hold, bands show
Bhabie come through with all the dough
Bhabie come through with all the racks
Pull up, get your shit snatched
Like "Lil' bitch, let me get that
Now you won't get that shit back"

Ho's talk tough through they phone screen
When you see me, pussy bitch
Hope you could hold speak
They say, "Bhabie, she all talk
Won't pull up to the scene"
We push up hunnid deep and black, bitch
You’ll notice me yeah, you’ll know it’s me
His biggest fantasy
One text is all it takes
I had that ass to sleep
He say I'm all he need
That's let him join the team
And when his phone ringin' back-to back
You know it’s me

If it's 'bout my money, I'm taxin' ho's
If it's 'bout my mans, I'm whackin' ho's
Crazy-ass bitch, I'm attractive ho
Let the gang run through, pass the ho
Smash the ho, pass the ho
Bat the ho, then trash the ho
Trash the ho, smash the ho
Pass the ho, then bat the ho
Bhabie might pull up, smack the ho
Talkin’ real tough, get you out the door
Let ho put ha in a bitch hold, bands show
Bhabie come through with all the dough
Bhabie come through with all the racks
Pull up, get your shit snatched
Like "Lil' bitch, let me get that
Now you won't get that shit back"

He shoynk, I shlang that
Niggas ain't get shit back
Ruger's and Glock 9's and
Babies pushin' shit back
Runnin' up a check, I'm reminiscing
Hittin' four flags
In that one way course it, nah fuck it
Rush that play with me an' get geezy
Small talk be the cheapest
Oh Bhad Bhabie take it easy
Don't do a whole nigga greedy
They hold for some, they need it
Her cursin' on let you in here
My phone, yeah, startin' ringin'
I fuck with you, you just don't see it
Shittin' by my lonely
All these ho's be on me
I know they tryna roll with me
'cause I be stoning
Someone just phone it, a'ight
Let me zone it
Credit-ass crip up on it, yeah
Ass she show me
Ass she show and she say SLATT
Speakin' new truth, no, won't do that
I tray that boy he ain't dub my name
Niggas say wait, "We got plenty guns"
We all tote shots that shoot for fun
Killin' that pussy want drip for somethin'
Ain't shit, then cry made back old money
Ay, nig' gon' rob for somethin'

If it's 'bout my money, I'm taxin' ho's
If it's 'bout my mans, I'm whackin' ho's
Crazy-ass bitch, I'm attractive ho
Let the gang run through, pass the ho
Smash the ho, pass the ho
Bat the ho, then trash the ho
Trash the ho, smash the ho
Pass the ho, then bat the ho
Bhabie might pull up, smack the ho
Talkin’ real tough, get you out the door
Let ho put ha in a bitch hold, bands show
Bhabie come through with all the dough
Bhabie come through with all the racks
Pull up, get your shit snatched
Like "Lil' bitch, let me get that
Now you won't get that shit back"