Tun3e & Joe Pari$ - Wite B!tch Lyrics

You ain't really smokin like me
You ain't really blowin in the trees
Money in the bank like oooweee
Getting to the digits like ski

Racks out money on me
Swimming in her pussy like the sea
Takin xanny pills od
White bitch licken on the team

Got my racks up boi I got my racks up
Got my stacks up. Went and I got my stacks up
Don't relax up nigga got them straps up
Big taxers smoke him like a backwood

Diamonds really tan no they Brazilian
Money really stand it touch the ceiling
I f*cken hoes yea I be chillin
I be f*cken hoes yea I be chillen

Nigga get to talking pull up in the dark
Yea we get it sparkin

You gon keep on hatin imma flex today

If a nigga talkin shit well he'll get wacked today
I be booted up Im zooted I be blasted today
If that bitch don't wanna f*ck okay I'm nexten
Hoes be on my line but I ain't texting
I be Getting dough yea I be flexin
F*cken up them lines of salad dressin
She said she a freak to give them lessons yea
But I be smokin dope yea I be gassy yea