Metro Boomin - Get 2 Bussin lyrics

[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 p**y n***as talk and ain't know anything Married to the money need a wedding ring And when it comes to b**hes, I don't trust 'em I f** her then I pa** her to my brother Police a** n***as with that cuffin' Try to run up on us, we get to bussin' [Verse 1: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby] Ay, n***as hatin', I say f** 'em Met a b**h I really like, but I don't love her Ay, n***as workin' under cover, ay Got a bid now you tellin' on your brother, ay You lil dirty motherf**er, ay Them yellow tips open him up, ketchup and mustard, ay I put them k**ers on your a**, f** n***a owe me cash See them blue lights, I'mma smash 200 on my dash Ay, Balmains, two racks on my a** Hella skrilla in my pockets, my sh** look like pads Ay, I like my money and my b**hes fast If that b**h ain't bad, Steve Nash, I'mma pa** I'mma addict, smoking weed, hash, dip and dab You can't name a hoe that we ain't smash, your b**h is trash I'm in Miami popping bottles don't pa** me no gla**es Smoking dope hop out the 'Rari carpet full of ashes Ay, I got a .40 and that b**h plastic I just bought a Desert Eagle, I can't wait to blast it Everything I do illegal, b**h 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 p**y n***as talk and ain't know anything Married to the money need a wedding ring And when it comes to b**hes, I don't trust 'em I f** her then I pa** her to my brother Police a** n***as with that cuffin' Try to run up on us, we get to bussin' [Verse 2: Lil Herb] I just went on my last b**h and f**ed her buddy Dropped two zips in a rootbeer now my sh** 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, n***as 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 p**y n***as talk and ain't know anything Married to the money need a wedding ring And when it comes to b**hes, I don't trust 'em I f** her then I pa** her to my brother Police a** n***as with that cuffin' Try to run up on us, we get to bussin'