Losing Lyrics

That Bitch Want My Money Ian Stupid

Fuck that bitch like a dog her name rufus

Do the dash on the bitch now she clueless

Drop down on a nigga, up the toolie

He ain't gon buss a strap he a pussy

Hand him a Glock he gon lose it

He not talking money he confusing

TM is winning and you're losing

TM is winning and you're losing

I got a k you can't duel me

I got a k this bitch cool beef

Bitch wanna set me up you can't fool me

I got Hittas on the 6 7 and 8

I can get you beat not talking masturbate

This nigga Zay get to bussing out the wraith

Aye hold up, call up HBK

I show her this money she want me to pound it

Ima keep striving I'll never be bounded

Too much money around me surrounded

Stack it up take it down then count it

Armygang the mob I'm a founder

Diss on the gang yo ass I hound it

Rubbing on her ass it's perfectly rounded

Beat up that pussy she love how it's sounding

Get up on stage and the crowd get to shouting

Get up on stage and they run up and start crowding

TM the reason you even at the outing

I told her no dick now she sick and she pouting

Bitch said I'm broke but she not in stable housing

Yo life dropped to shit bitch how is it?

You broke as shit bitch go look at a job listing

Cause you down and I'm balling like the 04 pistons

That Bitch Want My Money Ian Stupid

Fuck that bitch like a dog her name rufus

Do the dash on the bitch now she clueless

Drop down on a nigga, up the toolie

He ain't gon buss a strap he a pussy

Hand him a Glock he gon lose it

He not talking money he confusing

TM is winning and you're losing

Chasing the bag like duck duck goose

You can not fuck me bitch your obtuse

Arsonist, setting fire to the booth

Can't speak too much can't tell u the truth

Too fucking turnt and I'm still in my youth

Trackhawk fast like these bullets I shoot

You know me it's TM on my boots

I'm Never scared gotta tie up my shoes

You are not for me we have different views

You can get to stepping you don't have to choose

I'm to the paper nigga it's never no excuse

Just like Pluto nigga we never gon lose

Two bad bitches yea they coming in two's

Taliban bombs nigga light up the fuse

In a trackhawk I don't fuck wit a coupe

I'm getting money but that's not new news

I fucked her throat yea nigga I abuse it

If you up stick on me better use it

I don't want yo cat bitch I'm refusing

You make a diss you gotta face the music

My nigga khalil beat that nigga senseless

Opp nigga got beat on aint no more tension

Nigga though he was trapping and booling

Whole time nigga didn't realize that he was losing

That Bitch Want My Money Ian Stupid

Fuck that bitch like a dog her name rufus

Do the dash on the bitch now she clueless

Drop down on a nigga, up the toolie

He ain't gon buss a strap he a pussy

Hand him a Glock he gon lose it

He not talking money he confusing

TM is winning and you're losing