Church tithes and dope money ft. Bigga rankin Lyrics

Aye, We payin chrurch tithes with dope Money

My Bae just got off I know she tied but even mo horny

I fucc her to sleep then go get more money

These Niggas aint havin shi on god she bummy

If she fucc a bum that make her mo bummy

Sellin all dat Pussy you should have mo money

Attracting all dese bees but ain't got no honey

But I cannot judge her if she gone get what she wanna without a man

They say money can't buy happiness

But every time I give the bitch some money she a happy bitch

I'm havin too much to fuck with bitches who ain't havin shi

Newski a magician turn ya bitch into a nasty bitch

I was on some backwards shit

I knew u couldn't gimme wat I want why I ask for it

He having mo paper than nucci u know that's blasphemy

You gimme that pussy it's like you can't get it back from me

No backsies

No backsies naw you ain't getting that cat back

Ask for ya key but I ain't givin that back fuck I look like lil baby

My nigga he was fenna come home caught mo time

I'm cashing out on all of my bows them hoes mine

That hoe ain't getting no slow strokes unless she mine

I love when she choke on that hoe till she crying

That's my favorite time to make you cry baby

On god

Aye that my favorite time to make you cry baby