"Betta One" lyrics

Turn my headphone up, yeah yeah, yeah
Turn me up a little more nigga, yeah yeah, uh
Bitch, I promise I get to this bag and it's never done
I got houses... still mobbing through the streets

Woke up bitch, copped a bed
Skrt skrt whipping through the jects
We go hard, flip a check. Fuck dem' bitches, get that bread
Milli rock to the money, I really got to the money. Get the guap
Imma try to keep it coming. Hit the block
Mobbing thru the floor
Drop the top on all them niggas for having a better run
Bitch, I promise I get to the bag and its never done
I got houses in the hill, ya'll bitch niggas never come
I got bad bitches on the way, but imma need a better one
My name like money in the city, cus your fucking with a better one
They show me love in the city, they ain't never loved a better one
I got all the plugs in the city, tryna get a better one
Whip cost 150 but I need a better one

Hit my phone, whatcha got? Got a better one
Whatcha need? Need a better one
Move it, plant it, push it, shawty get it, out the mud, out the trenches, with ma niggas so u know it, show me love

I been thugging for a long time, I ain't even close to done
Gotta keep the gun with me all the time, I gotta be close to one
And I smoke a whole lot of backwoods gotta keep it rolling nah
Yeah let the bitch know what's up smoke awhole grass till u know whatsup
Ooh yeah, oh yeah, shes bad oh yeah
Look at her ass, oh shes so bad, yeah yeah
She won't come back, he oh so mad, yeah yeah
But he better stay away yeah, niggas all be on his ass
Holler bags holler straps out, we was sleeping in the trap house
We ain't never get no handouts, told my niggas I ain't never tap out
Nigga I live everything to rap now, sour these till I pass out
I love bitches that love bitches I fuck bitches, I ain't never call them back now
Catch me balling on the black tie