Mike Lowrey Lyrics

Yeah

Uh

Bitch, bitch, bitch

Ayy, watch that car right there, bruh

I don't like how them niggas lookin', you hear me

Ayy, yeah, I know they hatin

All this money we makin

You want it, then fuck, nigga, take it

Head shot, left his ass in the vacant

I ain't chasin' no bitch i got asthma

Chain dance with no flash from the camera

I ain't fuckin' no thot, I got standards

I ain't totin' no gun with a standard

Man, these niggas ain't hot, they some bamas

Man where that guap nigga lost a lil' hand, tryin' to reach in my pot

M blew off his mind, he try run in the spot

I am who I am, I don't care who I'm not

I don't care what you bang, you'll still hear that glock Heard he got acne I'm tryn connect the dots

I ain't quittin' this shit till I got me a lot

Don't call me a rapper, I do more than rap

Don't say that I'm broke, cause that's somethin' I'm not

I need that paper, pockets on swole, holdin' down like a anchor

Don't leave out the house without takin' a banger

pussy so good, I'm tryin' to fuck from a angle

30 to his back made his form like curry

Don't call me T-Money, bitch, I'm Mike Lowrey

Don't never get worried till I get worried

Don't run up on shit, how your ass get buried

If you ask do, I got it, you feeling this 40

Three in the mornin', I'm up and recordin

Pull me a shot, how sheawop do it

Chasin' the bread, man, you gotta get to it

Stop hangin' with Pat, cause Ima bad influence

I miss my niggas, only with M, He my day one nigga

Give me the word, I'ma bang out, nigga

Give me the word, I'ma bang out, nigga

Bitch

Uh, Aye M give me the word

You know I'ma air this bitch out, nigga

No doubt, ain't no questions Nigga

you know I'ma fuckin' ride

I'ma ride until the end, nigga

Till God call me to them gates or

Till the devil call me to hell

Nigga stop all the questions

I ain't got time for the lecture

Mother, best friend, probably Alexa

How you gangsta when a nigga playin' dress-up

Either kill or you starve, better vest up

Fuck how hard that it get, keep your head up

Watch them niggas all need you when your bread up

But they all to the side when you fed up

You ain't quittin' yourself till you give up

Got you, some bling, now you bustin

Ain't come from your mother, then they ain't your brova

Niggas ain't loyal, so why would you trust them

turn on me, I should've just busted him

Old dirty, motherfucker

Heart to my girl but my head in the gutter

Can't get to you, bitch, I'ma strangle your mother

Can't get to you, bitch, I'ma strangle your mother

Can't get to you, bitch, I'ma strangle your mother

Yeah

Bitch ass nigga you know how this shit go

I know they hatin', all this money we makin

You want it then fuck, nigga, take it

Headshot, left his ass in the vacant

I ain't chasin' no bitch, I got asthma

Chain-dancin' no flash from the camera

I ain't fuckin' no thots, I got standards

I ain't totin' no gun with a standard

Man these niggas ain't hot they some bamas

I know they hatin', all this money we makin

You want it then fuck, nigga, take it

Headshot, left his ass in the vacant

I ain't chasin' no bitch, I got asthma

Chain-dancin' no flash from the camera

I ain't fuckin' no thots, I got standards

I ain't totin' no gun with a standard

Man these niggas ain't hot they some bamas

Uh, man these niggas ain't hot they some bamas, bitch

Uh, yeah, yeah

I forgot though, T-MoneyMann