Mr. Porter - Get b**hes lyrics

[Intro] Life itself full of struggle and wealth Yeah, Guilty Simpson, muthaf**as Let's go, Detroit city [Verse 1] We bangin' that jungle music Homies in the hood flip bundles to it Make exchanges to flake for wages Hustlin' hard before the jake engages They wanna see the apes in cages We never conversate with agents Anti-police to speak in layman's I'd rather take a swim with Cayman For real, man, f** 'em all That's why I flick off cops and cuff my balls Smokin' that good sh** Your baby mama wanna f** with that hood sh** And I'm just what she need, a gangsta breed Yeah, break down my weed, f** and leave You n***as wanna buck with G's, b**h please I seen harder kids in a Chuck E Cheese [Hook] Party with the baddest broads and spend change Take 'em to the hotel suite and get brains Gettin' b**hes, gettin' riches I'm a playa, but no, it's not a game Outfit's crazy, watch's insane Gettin' b**hes, gettin' riches [Verse 2] We hustlin', don't confuse it Money is the bread, hen dog's the fluid Sold out stages, the love's outrageous Swoosh on the A-1's match the laces They wanna see the crew with cases They tell me that I'm too abrasive Unseen, we move evasive We don't follow rules, we take it And I only trust my dogs Y'all fake that's why I don't f** with y'all I'm tryin' to get hood rich So miss me with all of that bullsh** For this here I bleed, yes indeed I'm tryin' to cop a black Range and have extra cheese Y'all wanna test me, please b**h squeeze I ain't hard to find man, I'm in the D [Hook]