2 busy ft. Pradalex Lyrics

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Fifty, hunnid, too busy counting that money

Dumb lil ho, she over here tryna be funny

Ice on my neck, it's dripping and melting and running (huh)

I got two bad bitches, I know they ass up to somethin'

Think I might crash out from the way that my ass been stuntin'

Fuck around lose ya head top the way that my gunners been running, up

Mix the HiTek with the Fanta

Told my niggas go head pour me a double cup

Keep the pack in the sack like Santa

I'm flipping, serving, and running it up

Flipping and serving to all of the feins

The only thing I like is my blues and my greens

Got Marni my jeans, double B on my tee

Bitch it's Biker gang, run up and tax you a fee

Bad lil bitch she so thick and she always on fleek

Chrome Heart glasses I put em' on, look like a geek

I've been grinding so long like I'm holding a streak

Fuck an AP, I want a new Patek Philipe

Brand new Patek Philipe bitch

I fuck ya ho she a bad lil freak bitch

Walk in the store and I buy what want

I had a bitch that I'd fuck for someone

Too high, nigga can't reach this

Nigga wanna be like me, you can't be this

Let's talk about bank, talking for one

She said I wanna talk, she say I'm the one

You know I got swag, ya that Prada swag, woah

We take all you have, we take all your cash, woah

He keep talking on me let that choppa blast, woah

I pray that my niggas going up this fast, woah

You don't understand, really try my best

Really feel like a test

I ain't need no rest

You ain't really going for nun, this ho just want some sex

This ho she from hell, she mad at me I see her text

You know my luck get bloody, bloody

And my cup getting bloody, bloody

Shit not the same no more, bloody

Shit not the same no more, bloody