All my shorties that stay fresh everyday, yeah
Let y'all niggas fuck with the strays
Gettin' money but it's too late
Could give a fuck whoever he was
And get an old face for a host
Nonchalant flavor for sure, timbs with a aqua valor
And end up on the front of the post
Niggas know that I be rockin' the most
All my dogs who hustle everyday
Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
All my shorties that stay fresh everyday, yeah
Metaphor like nuclear war
So what happened to the last nigga bust
You know we always give y'all niggas a blaze
All my get money bitches that chill around the way now, yeah
We got to get it, yeah we gotta
Black it out and party for days
We climb into the back of the four
When we come you know we the bomb
Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor
Gag 'em in the throat wit a cloff
Shoulda known it was a bad move
We get it hype even when we be calm
My get money bitches who still hang around the way
My niggas, all my niggas
And own a store laundromat around the way now, yeah
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable
My bitches, all my bitches, come on
After that we go and wild for the night
Show me what you got for me, what you got for me
Make you act just like you suppose'
Tie 'em up, makin 'em cough
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll leave a crack in your jaw
What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me
Take the livest niggas out on a tour
Niggas know my word is my bond
We got to get it, yeah we gotta
Show me what you got for me, what you got for me
Them niggas all, shit turnin' me off
Own a store laundromat around the way
All my dogs who hustle everyday
Throw them niggas outta the clubs
Fuckin' dimes at the end of the days
Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost
Fuckin' around and gettin' me started
Flip mode, be on it for sure, be incredible to settle the score
My bitches, all my bitches, come on
From New York, down to Singapore
Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
Fuckin' Ethiopian bitches, livin' in the Ivory Coast
Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the bitches beggin' for more
What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me
Let me drug y'all niggas up wit a dose
We got to get it, yeah
So remarkable, yeah
Now, yo, we stay packin' the toast
I celebrate and throw me a roast
Still whippin' in the back of the truck, so what, not givin' a fuck
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
In the streets, livin' it up
Yeah, so remarkable
We got to get it, yeah
Car low, pile for the night
Tell me what you got for me
Make 'em know the style for the night
Nowadays type of dough that we gross
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floor
Got a nigga stuck in his ways
Hypnotic shit, get you retarded
My get money bitches who still hang around the way
Watch a nigga playin' me close
All my niggas what you got for me, yeah
All my get money bitches that chill around the way now, yeah
As I say it over and over again
All my dogs who hustle everyday now, yeah
Tell me what you got for me
And own a store laundromat around the way now, yeah
Own a store laundromat around the way
Flavor like you never seen it before, ha, holy, sacred, and pure
All my dogs who hustle everyday now, yeah
All my niggas what you got for me, yeah
My niggas, all my niggas
Make a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door
