Bullshit

A lot of bitches lie

A lot of hoes scheme

And if them hoes buy I sell them hoes dreams

I represent my team nigga my whole team

I'm talking young money we got that old green

Through all circumstances I keep my toes clean

So I walk light and keep my fluence clean

I was raised up in  a war scene

Nigga been in that water like chlorine

Bitch better have my money

Before she even go and put food in her tummy

If you ain't talkin bout money keep walking

Or sell your ass on the streets like an auction

I can smell your bullshit from a mile away

Do you and we gonna do it our way

I'm too high and they all beneath me

They never reach me with the bullshit

Don't come talking to me

If you about to be

In my face with the bullshit

I don't know what happened to these muthafuckaz

But everybody seems to be with the bullshit