Dre Good, Babyface Ray, Los - Couple Hunnid In Lyrics

Pussy ass niggas ain't got no love for em
I'm tired of being a humble nigga
Say you shooting out the way
Fuck it I'm coming witcha I need to see wassup
I can switch the bag when the season change
I need five bricks ion need a chain
Come and spend some money with me
My lil cousin with me
Buy a verse or a block from me
Come spend a lot with me
I'm cooking up a whole thang
Triple up my extras
It's a three day trip
Me and Cash going to Texas nigga
Along way from Traverse City
No I won't let em get me
I seen plenty niggas freeze up
Niggas can't keep up
See ima couple hunnit in
I got rich off rap could've been in the pin
So I'm like fuck how niggas feel about it
Cause all I know is profit
I'ma couple hunnit innnn
I'ma couple hunnit innnn
Aye ima couple hunnit innn
Ayeee real talk nigga
PUSSY ASS NIGGAS AINT GOT NO LOVE FOR EM
Nigga fuck you pay me
I got my folks to feed
I got wants and needs
Heavy checks match the sticks
We got scopes and beams
Baby blowing up my phone
I'm just pouring lean
Aye we don't believe you
You need more people
Gucci clutch for my little daughter
She's a diva
Toss em in the air how I receive em
Like Odell Beckham
Two hoes can't one bitch check em
Yelling at security why these niggas in my section
Woke up in the hills I came from playing ball on Tethem
Bitch gimme that nectar, Tesla doors futuristic like the Jetsons
Do the dash I miss the exit
She petite I turned her to a pretzel
My boy lost his mans in the field
Turned my youngin to a devil
She petite I turned her to a pretzel
My boy lost his mans in the field
Turned my youngin to a devil
I'ma couple hunnit innnn
I'ma couple hunnit innnn
Aye ima couple hunnit innn
Ayeee real talk nigga
PUSSY ASS NIGGAS AINT GOT NO LOVE FOR EM

Pussy ass niggas ain't got no love for em
I'm tired of being a humble nigga
Say you shooting out the way
Fuck it I'm coming witcha I need to see wassup
I can switch the bag when the season change
I need five bricks ion need a chain
Come and spend some money with me
My lil cousin with me
Buy a verse or a block from me
Come spend a lot with me
I'm cooking up a whole thang
Triple up my extras
It's a three day trip
Me and Cash going to Texas nigga
Along way from Traverse City
No I won't let em get me
I seen plenty niggas freeze up
Niggas can't keep up
See ima couple hunnit in
I got rich off rap could've been in the pin
So I'm like fuck how niggas feel about it
Cause all I know is profit
I'ma couple hunnit innnn
I'ma couple hunnit innnn
Aye ima couple hunnit innn
Ayeee real talk nigga
PUSSY ASS NIGGAS AINT GOT NO LOVE FOR EM
Nigga fuck you pay me
I got my folks to feed
I got wants and needs
Heavy checks match the sticks
We got scopes and beams
Baby blowing up my phone
I'm just pouring lean
Aye we don't believe you
You need more people
Gucci clutch for my little daughter
She's a diva
Toss em in the air how I receive em
Like Odell Beckham
Two hoes can't one bitch check em
Yelling at security why these niggas in my section
Woke up in the hills I came from playing ball on Tethem
Bitch gimme that nectar, Tesla doors futuristic like the Jetsons
Do the dash I miss the exit
She petite I turned her to a pretzel
My boy lost his mans in the field
Turned my youngin to a devil
She petite I turned her to a pretzel
My boy lost his mans in the field
Turned my youngin to a devil
I'ma couple hunnit innnn
I'ma couple hunnit innnn
Aye ima couple hunnit innn
Ayeee real talk nigga
PUSSY ASS NIGGAS AINT GOT NO LOVE FOR EM