Bunkin'

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

Where my real bitches at?

100, keep this shit 100, 100

Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'

She went from nothing now she somthing

My bitch bunkin'

She only clap that ass for me

My bitch 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 nigga, even small stacks

We on right now,

so you may have to wait, my nigga

I throw that cash in the air,

this shit feel great, my nigga

(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 bitch 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, fuckin' months

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

I got my motherfucking J's on, finna hit Arkansas

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

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

fucking bitches like yo misses

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 bitch on my side on time, nigga

Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'

She went from nothing now she somthing

My bitch bunkin'

She only clap that ass for me

My bitch 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 nigga, even small stacks

We on right now,

so you may have to wait, my nigga

I throw that cash in the air,

this shit feel great, my nigga

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 bitch in a drop Lamborghini

Make a home girl hate

Just a trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day

Nigga, 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 bitch 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

Nigga 14 years I remain on fire

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

Hey, still up to the same old shit

Bang on a pussy nigga they ain't no shit

Stop playing with it pussy you know you don’t want this

Shut the fuck 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 bitch she bunkin'

She went from nothing now she somthing

My bitch bunkin'

She only clap that ass for me

My bitch 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 nigga, even small stacks

We on right now,

so you may have to wait, my nigga

I throw that cash in the air,

this shit feel great, my nigga

Make me harder, miss your daughter

She just wanna lay and party

Be my naughty girl in college

Fuck you all the time, I'm tired

Wake up on it, it's that

Early morning, tap that wet wet

You know a nigga love breakfast, I'mma bite that

Got money in the mattress where I hide it at

She counting all of that, fuck 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 bitch choosing

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

I told that bitch "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 bitch she be bunkin'

Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'

She went from nothing now she somthing

My bitch bunkin'

She only clap that ass for me

My bitch 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 nigga, even small stacks

We on right now,

so you may have to wait, my nigga

I throw that cash in the air,

this shit feel great, my nigga

by og