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Yeah… Walk in the spot, everybody know I am him, the realest, the one they can’t fold Get money, stacks tall, never count slow Hoes on my line, they all wanna go I sell bitches, I sell dope Cash on the table, never broke That nigga they talk about, yeah that’s me Living the life, free as can be Pocket fat, foreign cars in the driveway Bitches in the whip, they stay all day Dope in the bag, money in the safe I am him, no fake, no play Get money every night, every day Hoes choose me, they don’t even debate I sell bitches, I sell dope That nigga status, never go broke From the block to the top, they respect the name I am him, the one they can’t tame Money, hoes, the game stay the same I am him… forever that niggaam him, the one they fear when I step through the door Money on my mind, always chasing more Hoes in the passenger, another one in the back I sell bitches, I sell dope, never looking back Stacks in the safe, dope in the stash That nigga status, built this shit from the trash Bitches on the clock, they work when I say Cash keep folding, I get paid every day Bridge: They talk about me, yeah I know they do I am him, the realest, nothing they can do Get money, get hoes, sell the whole game I sell bitches, I sell dope, remember the name Verse 3: Foreign on the curb, diamonds on the wrist Hoes want a ride, I put ‘em on the list Dope moving fast, money moving faster I am him, the boss, the one they call master Never sleep, always on the grind Bitches and the bricks, both on my mind That nigga they hate, but they all wanna be I get money, I got hoes, this is me Outro: I am him… I sell bitches… I sell dope… Get money… I am him.Bang Bang (You a Bitch) [Intro] Yeah… Look at these niggas All talk, no action Pussy in they chest [Chorus] Niggas be bitches, acting like pussies Talk that shit on the low Quieter than a bitch when somebody in front of you Three shots to the body, one shot to the head Bang bang, bang bang, now the nigga dead Y M BHP Brittany Hillz Bitch