Debt ft. Dr Duru & Georges Cinq Lyrics

Yeah I got bitches, I got hoes

I don't want you in my crib

Yeah I got bitches, I got hoes

I don't want you in my crib

And I got 48 yeah

On my motherfucking bed

When a nigga run up on me

Ima shoot his head

And I got bitches, I got hoes

I got everything you need

Yeah I got bitches, I got hoes

I got everything you need

And I got 48 yeah on my motherfucking bed when a nigga run up on me

Ima shoot his head

Yeah I got fifties with the woes

We be chilling smoking weed

I got designer that's my clothes

Dr Duru on the scene

I got niggas I got hoes

I got everything you need

They see me dripping I got flows

I got everything they see

It's double d up on the track

And divinest made it clean

And I be chilling getting high

Catching flights we always g

I'm on a mission getting tracks

And we do this shit with ease

They see the vision, I got racks

Now they wanting all the gs

They wasn't with you way before

Now they want the stuff for free

They wasn't with you way before

Now they want the stuff for free

I got designer clothes

Money that I chose

Women that be hoes

I be Counting all this dough

Yeah I got bitches, I got hoes

I don't want you in my crib

Yeah I got bitches, I got hoes

I don't want you in my crib

And I got 48 yeah

On my motherfucking bed

When a nigga run up on me

Ima shoot his head

And I got bitches, I got hoes

I got everything you need

Yeah I got bitches, I got hoes

I got everything you need

And I got 48 yeah on my motherfucking bed when a nigga run up on me

Ima shoot his head

I got bitches, I got money

And my bitches they got money

Wait my bank account just call me

Boy you gotta come and check-in

But my chequing never checking

I got jewelries, that go bling bling

Got them bitches, that keep calling

They just want me fornicating, Yeah Yeah

Back on my bullshit, Yeah

They say I'm goofy, Yeah

Check out my outfit

Designer on top of that uzi, Yeah

Shooters gone shoot

Shut up young nigga don't move

I got my goons and they strapped

Run up that Reggie, don't snap, yeah

I fuck your bitch, make it clap, yeah

I leave your bitch at the vet, yeah

We got no feelings attached, yeah

Living that dream, that's a fact

Milking ya bitch when I suck on her titties

She tells me she loves it

She calls me her Papi

I go for the coochi

I hit like tunechi

We sipping that Henny and smoking that Cali

Yeah I got bitches, I got hoes

I don't want you in my crib

Yeah I got bitches, I got hoes

I don't want you in my crib

And I got 48 yeah

On my motherfucking bed

When a nigga run up on me

Ima shoot his head

And I got bitches, I got hoes

I got everything you need

Yeah I got bitches, I got hoes

I got everything you need

And I got 48 yeah on my motherfucking bed when a nigga run up on me

Ima shoot his head