Transit Lyrics - Gangland - Chevy Woods

This beat is fucking crazy 

Turn the music up a little bit more 

Cool 

All these bitches, they love it 

All these niggas, they hate it 

They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces 

Me and my niggas just ballin', we make something from nothing 

We just fuckin' the money, she screamin' baby, I'm cumin' 

All these niggas, they love it 

All these bitches, they hate it 

They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces 

Me and my bitches just ballin', we make something from nothing 

I ride this hustle for good, the money never stop comin' 

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That new piece that was sick, you probly talk when you pinch 

Only had time for that combo for niggas scorin' them bricks 

No, I ain't lyin' at all, ask your friends cause they know it 

My niggas empty them clips, then fill 'em up, that's reloadin' 

Got a thing for that money, fast cars and that dough 

I was actin' a fool, now sellin' 20's a soul 

Like anything for a dollar but I was foolin' myself 

You gotta fight for your hustle, what would you do for the belt? 

Even the bitches would shoot, blow a kiss from that pistol 

Couple of hot magazines so you can come get your issue 

All of them Taylor's a show and what you heard was a whistle 

What's really stripes over here cause all that niggas official 

All these bitches, they love it 

All these niggas, they hate it 

They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces 

Me and my niggas just ballin', we make something from nothing 

We just fuckin' the money, she screamin' baby, I'm cumin' 

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All these niggas, they love it 

All these bitches, they hate it 

They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces 

Me and my bitches just ballin', we make something from nothing 

I ride this hustle for good, the money never stop comin' 

Oh shit, Chevy, they gon make me grind on the Chevy 

Hoke it, ready, bitch 'bout to go down like confetti 

I push harder than pussies giving birth, I say 

Now these dry ass bitches sending first my way 

Got the whole city on my shoulder, my driver ain't never been chauffeured 

And the motherfuckers tell me when to go, when to stay 

What to do, how to play, I'm a chose 'er 

He know opposing arrows, I be exposing your hoes 

Like how you fuck and you suck, to be exposed to bin those 

Until you grind like me I make it in to miss the struggle 

Shut the fuck up, our lion's in to miss the jungles 

I'm closing curtains, so you can throw the towel in 

Versace linens, my style been in dowry ten 

All these bitches, they love it 

All these niggas, they hate it 

They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces 

Me and my niggas just ballin', we make something from nothing 

We just fuckin' the money, she screamin' baby, I'm cumin' 

All these niggas, they love it 

All these bitches, they hate it 

They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces 

Me and my bitches just ballin', we make something from nothing 

I ride this hustle for good, the money never stop comin'