Fuck bitches Pt. II lyrics

Yeah, get money!
You niggas know what it is
Ah man you know i don't give a fuck about a bitch
I'm gettin' money
[chorus: young buck]
I got no time to chase that bitch
I'm on my grind i flip them bricks
Pimp that ho 'till she get me rich
Hustlin' it now didn't give me shit
[verse 1: young buck]
I took that work and cooked that coke
Rolled that blunt and inhaled that smoke
We waited outside 'till they all came out
Ran up on 'em with them big thangs out
Takin' niggas' chains in the middle of the street
Bust a couple of shots get away on feet
Back to the hood make the hos put in work
Walk that block with a byrd in your purse
Ho turn that trick bitch break that nigga
You know daddy don't like his bank roll little
Buy that car homie bust your guns
Fuck them boys nigga where you from?
Put ice on your clique
Not ice on a bitch
Real niggas take my advice in this shit
Get that bread
Nigga watch them feds
First nigga snitch better bust his head
[chorus: young buck]
I got no time to chase that bitch
I'm on my grind i flip them bricks
Pimp that ho 'till she get me rich
Hustlin' it now didn't give me shit
[young buck:]
For real nigga
Some of you niggas out here hustlin' for these hos
Your bitch rims bigger than yours man
What kind of shit is that?
Yous a sucker for love nigga
Get the fuck out the club ho
Yeah, niggas know what it is
G unit young buck
Pimpin', ca ten-a-key nigga
Holla back
Na, i'm still lookin' for a new york ho, where she at? yeah