Bunkin'

"Bunkin'"(Ft: Chris Brown, Jay 305, T.I. )

Where my real mother****ers at

100, keep this shit 100, 10

Yeah, my b***h she bunkin'

She went from nothing now she somthing

My badass b***h bunkin'

She only clap that ass for me

My badass b***h bunkin'

I taught her how to whip a key

Now my trap jumpin'

She bring that dough to me how I want it

In fifties, hundreds, all that

Money is money, my mother****er, even small stacks

We on right now,

So you may have to wait, my mother****er

I throw that cash in the air,

This shit feel great, my mother****er

(I don't know if you know

How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset

California, Los Angeles my nigga

What's happening though? Look)

My nigga grind, my boo now know

I'm thugging, I'm from the Slums

She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns

Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks, ****ing' month

Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run

I got my mother****ing J's on, finna hit Arkansa

Get these OXYs off, come back to L.A., wipe my case

Where I'm from it's bang or ball,

****ing niggas like yo misse

Flip 'em like a case of raw,

back to to business flipping digits

Splitting switches with my niggas,

came from nothing, from nothing to something

Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging

Coming out the county jail smell like public,

yo momma love it

Got your main nigga on my side on time, nigg

Yeah, my b***h she bunkin'

She went from nothing now she somthing

My badass b***h bunkin'

She only clap that ass for me

My badass b***h bunkin'

I taught her how to whip a key

Now my trap jumpin'

She bring that dough to me how I want it

In fifties, hundreds, all that

Money is money, my mother****er, even small stacks

We on right now,

So you may have to wait, my mother****er

I throw that cash in the air,

This shit feel great, my mother****er

Hey hey, now don't it feel great

When you ride through the hood

when you known as Bill Gates?

Yeah, with a super bad b***h in a drop Lamborghini

Make a home girl hate

Just a trap mother****er known to have a quarter-mill a day

Mother****er, proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay

I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on Ki's

Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case

Yeah, and I ain't gon' stop

Teaching you the shit that you ain't know 'bout

On my side when I rhyme, think it ain't no Glock

Stop cuffing that b***h like she ain't no thot

Hey, racks on that ass, think it ain't gon' drop?

Even if not, but the brain on fire

Mother****er 14 years I remain on fire

Men do, women too but the game don’t lie

Hey, still up to the same old bullshit

Bang on a mother****er they ain't no shit

Stop playing with it mother****er you know you don’t want this

Shut the ****er down or yo ass gon’ get it

In public, it’s nothin’

I'm right back in my bunkin’

Ain't what you do it’s how you does it

And we does it cousin

Yeah, my b***h she bunkin'

She went from nothing now she somthing

My badass b***h bunkin'

She only clap that ass for me

My badass b***h bunkin'

I taught her how to whip a key

Now my trap jumpin'

She bring that dough to me how I want it

In fifties, hundreds, all that

Money is money, my mother****er, even small stacks

We on right now,

So you may have to wait, my mother****er

I throw that cash in the air,

This shit feel great, my mother****er

Make me harder, miss your daughter

She just wanna lay and party

Be my naughty girl in college

Mother****er you all the time, I'm tired

Wake up on it, it's that

Early morning, tap that wet wet

You know a mother****er love breakfast, I'mma bite that

Got money in the mattress where I hide it at

She counting all of that, ****ing all of them niggas

They don't know what to do with all that

As a matter fact get on my lap

Put you on the map take you out the trap

From a condo to a larger state

Got double gates

If I catch a case

Would you wait on me and build me up again, if so

Yeah my niggas thuggin'

poppin' rubber bands, money in my hand

Double cuppin' with the Sprite, mix it with Xans

With some zombies here tonight,

Slow motion, your b*****s choosing

She say "Don't they call you Breezy?"

I told that nigga 'I'm coolin'

With a hunnid million dollars,

got a hunnid on my chain

She got a million dollar body with

a hundred dollar brain

Girl your booty like a pumpkin, like a pumpkin

And my b***h she be bunkin'

Yeah, my b***h she bunkin'

She went from nothing now she somthing

My badass b***h bunkin'

She only clap that ass for me

My badass b***h bunkin'

I taught her how to whip a key

Now my trap jumpin'

She bring that dough to me how I want it

In fifties, hundreds, all that

Money is money, my mother****er, even small stacks

We on right now,

So you may have to wait, my mother****er

I throw that cash in the air,

This shit feel great, my mother****er

by og