My b*tches Get Money lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug]
My b*tches be running, they chasing that paper
I'll serve you like waiters, I'm high like a scraper
Put a hole in your head, you look like a pacer
I'm sliming, I'm coming, know why I look at you funny?
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
Thugger

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I'm cashing out for 100 P's (Sheesh)
Put 'em straight in the trap and then it collect the green (Roll it)
Your b*tches want to caress the young slime king (Slime)
Your old man want to arrest me for some slime things
I'm a f*cking king cobra (Sheesh)
Thugger, Thugger, not snitching, but I told ya (Told ya)
Catch a trip, now they hit him with that mini chopper (bow)
I'm not talking Africans but they say blocka blocka
I can't-I can't stop
I got young n*ggas standing on the block
I told him chill but he refused to stop selling rocks
He told me I never need license, he go shoot at cops
Put 'em down, Thugga run round with 100 some rounds
Serving in everyone's town (Sheesh)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
My b*tches be running, they chasing that paper
I'll serve you like waiters, I'm high like a scraper
Put a hole in your head, you look like a pacer
I'm sliming, I'm coming, know why I look at you funny?
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
Thugger

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
These n*ggas ain't got no money to dress like I dress
These n*ggas don't show out and be oh so fresh
Got red bottoms for me and my chick
My camera man got red bottoms on 'cause I'm so rich
My bus driver wearing Louis 'cause I'm Gucci b*tch
My chef got on Ferragamos, n*gga cook that sh*t
I got that stupid bread, my mama don't got to want for sh*t
I bought a hard top Lamb, didn't even want the sh*t
1017 brick squad, b*tch I own that sh*t
A n*gga disrespect me, I can't condone that sh*t
I got a 10'O clock appointment at the office, trick
And pour a half a pint of lean in that coffee b*tch
[Chorus: Young Thug]
My b*tches be running, they chasing that paper
I'll serve you like waiters, I'm high like a scraper
Put a hole in your head, you look like a pacer
I'm sliming, I'm coming, know why I look at you funny?
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money
My b*tches take money