Gunplay - b**hes Ain't sh** Freestyle lyrics

Bank filled to the brim, spilt on my rims Wind-shield to the wing, cup of gin to the chin Jewels on my limbs, do not attempt Reach and I teach you, stay at arms length Bank filled to the brim, spilt on my rims Wind-shield to the wing, couple gin to the chin Jewels on my limbs, do not attempt Reach and I teach you, stay at arms width Street's so great, sky stone gray Where the b**hesA Let's see what the iPhone say Money won't stop and time won't stay Broke motherf**ers say crime don't pay I hide no face, still find no trace A rap says I put that fire on that lace Hostile, since coke in the nostril Skinny as pasta with a big ol' moss berg Maybach machine, all you hear is cha-ching Never flew where I flown, all you see is the wing All black up from the shoes to the ring Including the mink, I am as rude as you think Back on the turf like I never left the nerf Feel sorry for my mother, shouldn't never have to birth I never had a gift, damn sure I had a curse Now who next to climb out the back of that hurse Yea, you already know Gunplay Don Adolf, Logan Hail Logan ha-ha-ha-ha