Get 2 Bussin

[Produced by Metro Boomin] [Hook: Lil Bibby] I'm gone get this money, that's on everything I just hit the trap and sold everything Pussy niggas talk and ain't know anything Married to the money need a wedding ring And when it comes to bitches, I don't trust 'em I fuck her then I pass her to my brother Police ass niggas with that cuffin' Try to run up on us, we gon get to bussin' [Verse 1: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby] Ay, niggas hatin', I say fuck 'em Met a bitch I really like, but I don't love her Ay, niggas workin' under cover, ay Got a bid now you tellin' on your brother, ay You lil dirty motherfucker, ay Them yellow tips open him up, ketchup and mustard, ay I put them killers on your ass, fuck nigga owe me cash See them blue lights, I'mma smash 200 on my dash Ay, Balmains, two racks on my ass Hella skrilla in my pockets, my shit look like pads Ay, I like my money and my bitches fast If that bitch ain't bad, Steve Nash, I'mma pass I'mma addict, smoking weed, hash, dip and dab You can't name a hoe that we ain't smash, your bitch is trash I'm in Miami popping bottles don't pass me no glasses Smoking dope hop out the 'Rari carpet full of ashes Ay, I got a .40 and that bitch plastic I just bought a Desert Eagle, I can't wait to blast it Everything I do illegal, bitch I ain't no pastor Leanin' hard, I got my seatbelt on cause I be crashin' [Hook: Lil Bibby] I'm gone get this money, that's on everything I just hit the trap and sold everything Pussy niggas talk and ain't know anything Married to the money need a wedding ring And when it comes to bitches, I don't trust 'em I fuck her then I pass her to my brother Police ass niggas with that cuffin' Try to run up on us, we get to bussin' [Verse 2: Lil Herb] I just went on my last bitch and fucked her buddy Dropped two zips in a rootbeer now my shit muddy I used to save my dubs up to reach 100 Now when I run them bands up, at least a 100 And I came from nothin' Used to share clothes and my bro, niggas thought it was funny Now my shirt Givenchy My belt Louie V and my boxers Versace And I am not in the Illuminati For my birthday I might just pull up in a Tesla or a brand new Maserati [Hook: Lil Bibby] I'm gone get this money, that's on everything I just hit the trap and sold everything Pussy niggas talk and ain't know anything Married to the money need a wedding ring And when it comes to bitches, I don't trust 'em I fuck her then I pass her to my brother Police ass niggas with that cuffin' Try to run up on us, we get to bussin'