Chris Brown, Tyga, Jay 305, T.I. - Bunkin’ lyrics

Where my real bitches at? One hunnid
Keep that shit one hunnid one hunnid

Yeah, my bitch she bunkin' (Bunkin')
She went from nothin', now she somethin'
My bitch bunkin' (Bunkin')
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
I taught her how to whip a ki'
Now my trap jumpin' (yeah, yeah)
She bring that dough to me how I want it
(How I want it)
In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that)
Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks
(It's real)
We on right now, so you may have to wait
My nigga (Wait, my nigga)
I throw that cash in the
Air, this shit feel great, my nigga
(It feel great, my nigga)

I don't know if you know how it feel
To ride down Sunset watchin' the sunset
(Damn, bitch) california, Los Angeles, nigga
(That ain't your problem though)
What's happenin' though? Look

My bitch grind (My bitch grind)
My boo now know I'm thuggin', from the slums
(I'm from the slums)
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns
(She hold my, uh)
Ain't seen my PO in weeks, fuckin' months
(Fuckin' months)
Told her hold my spot, I'm on the run (Skrrt)
I got my motherfuckin' J's on
Finna hit Arkansas get these Oxy's off
Come back to LA, fight my case
Where I'm from it's bang or ball
Fuckin' bitches like yo' missus
Flip 'em like a case of rum (yeah)
Back to business, flippin' digit's
(yeah, yeah)
Splittin' switches with my niggas
(yeah, yeah)
Came from nothin', from nothin' to somethin'
(yeah, yeah)
Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thuggin'
(Uh, uh)
Comin' out the county jail, smell like bubbly
Yo' momma love it
Got your main bitch on my side on time, nigga

My bitch she bunkin' (Bunkin')
She went from nothin', now she somethin'
My bitch bunkin' (Bunkin')
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
I taught her how to whip a ki'
Now my trap jumpin' (yeah, yeah)
She bring that dough to me how I want it
(How I want it)
In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that)
Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks
(It's real)
We on right now, so you may have to wait
My nigga (Wait, my nigga)
I throw that cash in the
Air, this shit feel great, my nigga
(It feel great, my nigga)

Hey hey now don't it feel great
When you ride through the hood where
You known as Bill Gates?
(I'm known as Bill Gates)
Yeah, with a super bad bitch
In a drop Lamborghini, make a homegirl hate
Just a trap nigga known to
Have a quarter-mill a day
Nigga, proof that sellin' drugs on
The corner still pay
I make a hundred G's, spend forty on ki's
Put the rest away just in case
I caught a real case (What?)
Yeah, and I ain't gon' stop
Teachin' you the shit that
You ain't know 'bout
On my side when I rhyme
Think it ain't no Glock
Stop cuffin' that bitch like
She ain't no thot hey, racks on that ass
Think it ain't gon' drop?
Even if not, but the brain on fire
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Nigga, fourteen years, I remain on fire
Men do, women too but the game don't lie
Hey, still up to the same old shit (Yep)
Bang on a pussy, nigga, they ain't no shit
Stop playin' with it, pussy
You know you don't want this
Shut the fuck down or your ass gon' get it
Uh in public, it's nothin'
I'm right back in my bunkin'
Ain't what you do, it's how you does it
And we does it, cousin

My bitch she bunkin' (Bunkin')
She went from nothin', now she somethin'
My bitch bunkin' (Bunkin')
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
I taught her how to whip a ki'
Now my trap jumpin' (yeah, yeah)
She bring that dough to me how I want it
(How I want it)
In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that)
Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks
(It's real)
We on right now, so you may have to wait
My nigga (Wait, my nigga)
I throw that cash in the
Air, this shit feel great, my nigga
(It feel great, my nigga)

Ah, make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my naughty girl in college
Fuck you all the time, I'm tired
Wake up on it, it's that
Early mornin', tap that wet-wet (Woo)
You know a nigga love breakfast
I'ma bite that (Ha)
Got money in the mattress
Where I hide it at? (yeah)
She countin' all of that
(yeah) , fuck all of them niggas
They don't know what to do with all that
As a matter fact, get on my lap
(Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw)
Put you on the map take you out the trap
(Trap) from a condo to a larger state
Got double gates if I catch a case
Would you wait on me and build me up again?
If so (If so)

Yeah, my niggas thuggin' (Woo, yeah)
Poppin' rubber bands, money in my hands (Ha)
Double cup it with the Sprite
Mix it with Xans (yeah)
We some zombies here tonight
Slow motion, your bitch choosin'
She say, "Don't they call you Breezy?"
I told that bitch, "I'm coolin" (I'm coolin')
With a hunnid million dollars
Got a hunnid on my chain
She got a million dollar body
With a hunnid dollar brain (yeah)
Girl, your booty like a pumpkin
(Like a pumpkin)
And my bitch, she be bunkin' (yeah, yeah)

My bitch she bunkin' (Bunkin')
She went from nothin', now she somethin'
My bitch bunkin' (Bunkin')
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
I taught her how to whip a ki'
Now my trap jumpin' (yeah, yeah)
She bring that dough to me how I want it
(Ooh ooh, how I want it)
In fifties, hundreds, all that
(All that, all that, all that)
Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks
(It's real)
We on right now, so you may have to wait
My nigga (Wait, my nigga)
I throw that cash in the
Air, this shit feel great, my nigga
(It feel great, my nigga)