"Make A Pile" lyrics

Bitch had a nigga, he dead on arrival
Ain't no way he gettin' up
The money fall out my pocket, make a pile
Everyday, I'm countin' up
All of my bitches get nasty, get filthy
Filthy on the beat is up
All of my bitches get nasty, get busy
I'm busy gettin' in a cunt

Fuck, what the fuck?
Pull up on him, do me dumb
TAP his head, then he swump
I ain't fell off, I ain't like
She suck me off, and I like it
Dead nigga, he had died for tryin'
Pull up on him, dump the bitch, strike
Money, I get all types of it

Tryna drink my partner
She tryna cuff me like Donna
We gon' get on this top for them dollars
We gon' heat his ass up like a sauna
Got a bad lil bitch, she a Zotti
We gon' take a nigga as product
We gon' ride that nigga out his products
'Bout that money, then it's on topic
My young niggas tryna slide, spin
Ball all night, then find my gin
Hit that spotlight, all we in
Similar shot like, aw, he's hit
Spin, and stick with it
Like mad niggas ain't shit
Got my gin, my stick with me
I'm tryna make some split

Bitch had a nigga, he dead on arrival
Ain't no way he gettin' up
The money fall out my pocket, make a pile
Everyday, I'm countin' up
All of my bitches get nasty, get filthy
Filthy on the beat is up
All of my bitches get nasty, get busy
I'm busy gettin' in a cunt

Fuck, what the fuck?
Pull up on him, do me dumb
TAP his head, then he swump
I ain't fell off, I ain't like
She suck me off, and I like it
Dead nigga, he had died for tryin'
Pull up on him, dump the bitch, strike
Money, I get all types of it