BENJI BAND$ - Bye Bye (Prod by C4) lyrics

Intro: Yo b**h she callin (oh nooooo) She stalkin (oh nooooo) [Verse] Blowin loud swisha like whistle Got hoes bustin like my pistol This that real n***a sh** im superficial You a f** n***a, b**h you artificial These hoes roll with me cause its beneficial Your girl with me so it ain't official Like a brick I break yall up Caution boy don't slip up Got that 50 in the cut Wet you up and mop you up All my hoes be bad as f** All my hoes be down to f** Roll it up and light it up Im finna roll the windows up Takin off Houston Rocket Big Glock on me ain't no pocket rocket Run up on me then im gone pop it If not mute your self boy cause f** all that talkin Bout my bank gettin money as easy as im walkin [Hook] Got your b**h all on the line Money callin im like bye Got that drug look in my eyes Off that kush blunt be so high Take your b**h she like bye bye No cuff pistol by my side Can't got broke and I know why Choosin money all the time Ain't getting no doe (BYE BYE) Ain't talkin no cash (b*tch BYE BYE) Can't cuff no ho (BYE BYE) That got no a** (b*tch BYE BYE) Finna jump in the foreign (RIDE BY) In my own lane (b*tch BYE BYE) Finna hop on a plane (FLY BY) Last place got borin (BYE BYE) [2ND VERSE] That money callin, money callin got me fallin for it Your b**h she callin, b**h she callin I just press ignore it And why talk about it if you can't afford it Foreign whip, so dope, all white c**aine make you wanna snort it Swarm of girls tryna s** me up like mosquitos b**hes goin crazy for my cheddar like some Cheetos Im conceited b**h that's my alter ego Pockets Paid In Full feelin like im Rico Runnin money up Like an athlete f**in bad hoes On my balcony Im off that purple lean And that good Irene In and out of foreign hoes like im in Rari's [Hook] Repeat [3RD VERSE] As much as I burn money I would never burn out I think the speakers on fire, all I burn loud b**h im turnt up I cannot be turnt down And if you wanna f** meet me at the jugghouse Im a young trapstar that's how I turned out b**h too short to drive the whip she sittin on a pound She pull up to the crib we f** and smoke that bangin loud Everywhere I go im pourin up like its H-Town [HOOK] [OUTRO] Bye bye, bye bye Bye bye, bye Ride by, fly by Bye bye, bye bye