M.D.B & T-Money - Bite The Dust

Yeah, yeah, uh, T-Money man, let me talk to him
Bout that paper, I get cash, let's conversate about them bucks
Got a bad bitch always with me, super feisty like the fuck
Shit, I just dicked her ass down, but she don't never get enough
I get t'd, roll up a J and pour my cup, watch me get drunk
I was in school in the morning on the block, it's time for lunch
I put pampers on these niggas, shit by down, cause they my son
And you won't never catch me lacking, I always come with my gun
And you can't run, put them gunners on your ass when I say hut
I love them titties, I'm the nigga that's tryna to nut all on your butt
My style be stuck, I'm a trending topping nigga on the run
Grab them sticks, it's time to kill my niggas, ready for a hunt
They be faking all on live when they see us, don't want no bump
They ain't bout no gangsta shit, them niggas trying to be like us
You ain't stepping for your team, when I come through you bite the dust
Don't call me Tone, I'm Mr. Money, say my name then get the fuck
Was making money back in school when we was selling honey buns
We had to do them dirty, ain't no one on one
I told them niggas this a dirty 30, I ain't cleaning them
They claim it's beef but I ain't seeing them, what's gotten into them
Dunked on them niggas and I broke the rim
I'm on a money hunt, I'm on a money run, I gotta go where money coming from
I need some M's inside my pocket, I ain't talking M&M's
And with your bitch so much in common, I am not no synonym
What's gotten into him, what's gotten into M
This M.D.B, this not no DVD
My drawers are PSD, my bitch got OCD
I give her CPR, she suck my ding-a-ling
She suck my DIC, I fuck her till she pee
I said I'll BRB, tell them hoes anything
She like to fuck and suck and give me brain

Written by:
Anthony Drain Jr., Antonio Drain

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