Whitney Houston Lyrics

If I get a bag, my brother do, he gettin' rich with me

Track runners, every time I step, it cost me 650

How the fuck you wanna get put on, but you won't get risky

Out my body somewhere out in Houston with some pink Whitney

With some bad hoes too, I know my bitch miss me

Yellow stones drippin' from my arm, they say my wrist pissy

I got what you want for any cost my nigga get with me

Man, ain't y'all tired of being broke

Goin' out every weekend, ain't y'all tired of being hoes

At my job, I got tired of being told

So I strapped my nuts on and ran up mileage on the road

If I ain't makin' cheese from trappin', then I'm on a song

F-Fuck your handouts I ain't needed shit, I got it on my own

Since niggas think they right, I'm doin' niggas wrong

He stay in the crib, since he heard, I'm sending niggas home

Runnin' with the bag, can't fumble with it, gotta get it gone

Too authentic, I can't hang around no fu niggas

Day ones only, so don't put me round' no new niggas

Stop flashin' that lil' pole up on the gram and go and shoot with it

I put a bag inside your hands, I bet you don't know what to do with it

I ain't content, I need some new chicken

Ain't payin' for a feat, then that's a song that I can't do with ya

If we catch you out without your blick, then we gon' do niggas

I know you heard about the gang

And it's true nigga

We the ones who always on they block tryna hoop with them

Sike

we don't hoop bitch we suit niggas

1 of 1, gon' take on 10 of y'all, no matter who with you

Caught him out, but I gave him a pass I shoulda blew niggas

Sorry, baby, I can't hit your bottle, I don't do liquor

Pape on me, someone add me up and tell me who litter

Yeah, nigga, tell me who litter

If my bitch goin' I don't want her, nigga, you hit her

If I get a bag, my brother do, he gettin' rich with me

Track runners, every time I step, it cost me 650

How the fuck you wanna get put on, but you won't get risky

Out my body somewhere out in Houston with some pink Whitney

With some bad hoes too, I know my bitch miss me

Yellow stones drippin' from my arm, they say my wrist pissy

I got what you want for any cost, my nigga, get with me