G$FB lyrics

[Chorus: D-Lo]
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches
And I ride the main line, up and down Rosecrans I'm gon' shine
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches
And I be on that Pac sh*t, Long Beach Boulevard, I knock sh*t
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches
And you already know, dope come first, you gotta hold
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches
My side b*tch on the corner, my Barbie b*tch is with a tool
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches

[Verse 1: YG]
Gettin' money, f*ck snitches, boo-boo in a ditch
Beat up a n*gga who diss, cause he ain't with the sh*t
He ain't a P, I don't trip
Then I'm back up in the fast lane gettin' to the money
Your b*tch is ho-in', these b*tches love money, get with it
So I put 'em on, all of 'em grown, they get dope
And all you need to do is just give 'em a lil' coke
So I slide that knowin' you hide that, pass the bomb back
Gon' and suck the di*k before you get a little bread
And I'ma hit the [?] double up [?]
So I smacked the booty, eyes locked, Henny in my hand
Throw the brand up, different feeling, drivin' [?]
I made it
My n*ggas are payin', and I ain't takin' no payments
[Chorus: D-Lo]
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches
And I ride the main line, up and down Rosecrans I'm gon' shine
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches
And I be on that Pac sh*t, Long Beach Boulevard, I knock sh*t
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches
And you already know, dope come first, you gotta hold
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches
My side b*tch on the corner, my Barbie b*tch is with a tool
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches

[Verse 2: RJmrLA]
Ol' raggedy ass b*tch
Throwin' tantrums, I'm tryna handle sh*t
All this arguin' outside the house
Don't you start, I'ma knock your ass out
You don't wanna ho, that's cool
You gon' get a job or take your ass to school
b*tch we need all them financials
Or I can put you in a car to Seattle
And we gon' be good when them pills hit
Set up shop in your hood like a pilgrim
My b*tch envyin', they switch life divvyin'
No Gilligan, the K lit, hit civilians
Ooh the nerve of n*ggas
I found my own lane, why they mergin' with us?
Money in the air, f*ck birds and feelings
They're for my n*ggas still servin' a sentence
[Chorus: D-Lo]
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches
And I ride the main line, up and down Rosecrans I'm gon' shine
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches
And I be on that Pac sh*t, Long Beach Boulevard, I knock sh*t
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches
And you already know, dope come first, you gotta hold
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches
My side b*tch on the corner, my Barbie b*tch is with a tool
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches

[Verse 3: Slim 400
]
Only want 4, I used to knock hoes
When it got slow, I used to rob
Why you f*ckin' with them lame n*ggas?
I'm the same n*gga that flame n*ggas, I bang n*ggas
I was only 18 when I was pimpin'
Set that b*tch down right by Disney Land
I'd rather give you my b*tch
Than to let you sip on my last ounce of Actavis
Now it's back to them bands
Back to them grands, whole lot of sh*t on my hands
What's happenin?
All in South Central, I was pimpin'
I was servin' them n*ggas like evictions
Look, kick back smokin' Backwoods
Without a real ho your pimpin' ain't that good
They ain't nothin' but a b*tch to me
And y'all know that b*tches ain't sh*t to me
[Chorus: D-Lo]
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches
And I ride the main line, up and down Rosecrans I'm gon' shine
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches
And I be on that Pac sh*t, Long Beach Boulevard, I knock sh*t
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches
And you already know, dope come first, you gotta hold
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches
My side b*tch on the corner, my Barbie b*tch is with a tool
Gettin' money, f*ckin' b*tches