Money, Guns & Bitches - Sutter Kain

Yeah, nigga !

UH !

Yeah, nigga !

YO !

Sutter Kain on the motherfucking beat !

Black Sunday shit, nigga

YEAH !

YO !

Put a fucking hole in your chest motherfucker !

(Stay ghetto metal shit motherfucker)

This tha real shit !

(Sutter Kain)

The anxiety’s over, emotional disorder

New album, in a third corder (yeah)

never crash and burn (yeah)

Cream made the track,

I’m about to blow money and about to go fast food, nigga

Never gave a FUCK, THOUGH !

I spit crack, the 60s and 8Ball (BUH!)

I’ve got a good-ass balance and I can’t fall (yeah !)

In this rap game (yeah), 'cause I ain’t all

The only thing you ever shot was paint ball (uh-uh)

I’m told blessed, I’m blessed

The niggas is the best

'cause the rhymes come out of my chest (let's go)

I put my heart to it

Roll up a blunt, put a spark to it (yeah)

I’ve just cut the track, put a chop to it

D.O.A.

and he don’t play (uh-uh) (yeah)

One shot turned his face in a lake, motherfucker

It’s about money, guns, bitches !

Motherfucker !

Uh, same niggas coming up on their way down (right)

Get down or lay down, this fake-ass better stay down (brrrup!)

I bring the drama right where you stand now

At your front door nice with mine, I’m already on the nigga

I’m a 5−7 basket case

Cash in the place then you in a casket case (yeah)

gangstas, cowards, and peace-shooters (right)

My niggas pull up on load of chop and keep moving (what else ?)

The devil my bro my whip

I’m on a filling extra clips (yeah) for that extra shit

Wargod a extra hit

leave niggas like The Exorcist (ha !)

I got money, guns, bitches

My team don’t give a fuck nigga, we ain’t snitches (uh !)

The power is a motherfucker

AK

Killers while we spitting on you motherfuckers (move in)

It’s about money, guns, bitches !

Motherfucker !

Yeah I got guns and bitches, and I love that shit !

4−5, big nines, black box with extra clips (yeah)

I’m on that shit, bag gloves, O.J.

Simpson

Grabbing knives outta the kitchen

Now his legs is missing

I turn a nigga into an empathic

And tell me, where the fuck this bitch wanna run with me (yeah)

Rude boy, I’ma put a hole in your wrist

Like a bitch is on a period

Plus you’ll get your rib cocked

A funny nigga, but still beat my beast like Red Fox

With the AK, I’m on my belly like I’m fucking hot, nigga

Don’t get it twisted like the nigga’s

'cause all of you niggas try to beat (yeah)

Uh, I’ll blow a motherfucker’s brains out

And ain’t nobody home so you can that it’s lights out

Nigga

Now my motherfucking knife’s out (yeah), and I’m taking your wife’s mouth

And I’m fucking her pipes out

It’s about money, guns, bitches !

Motherfucker !