Bitches N That Coupe Lyrics - K Camp

Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do 

I can see they watching, counting pockets, but what's new? 

She know when I call it's for a reason, so come through 

Nothing 'bout me change except these bitches n that coupe 

Ain't too many loyal niggas, I just know a few 

I'm telling nothing but the truth 

Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do 

Used to keep money in a shoe box 

Now I'm pulling up like tube socks 

Went from a dollar to a few knots 

Got me paying rent on 'bout two spots 

They don't understand what my crew got 

Remember long talks with my big bruh Cam 

Young wild niggas in bend selling grams 

Man the pain and the struggle, man, that made me who I am 

Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do 

Jumped off that porch, I changed my mindset and my view 

Reasons why you hate to see me win, I wished I knew 

Came straight out that mud 

You just don't know what I've been through 

Look really no time for the talk, nigga I ain't got free time 

Now-a-days I be all over green like the mothafuckin' d-line 

And I ain't got time for the hoe when I barely got me time 

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Just give me a blunt and booth, mothafucka I'll be fine 

Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do 

I can see they watching, counting pockets, but what's new? 

She know when I call it's for a reason, so come through 

Nothing 'bout me change except these bitches n that coupe 

Ain't too many loyal niggas, I just know a few 

I'm telling nothing but the truth 

Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do 

Trill OG, I'm riding lowkey 

With my hat low and my deuce up 

Smoking on me some killer kush 

My young partner pouring up that juice up 

Doing me so keep doing you 

Cause I ain't down with what you in 

See me, I'm a trill nigga through and through 

And I'm out here looking for the chewing to 

That's word to skinny pimp 

Just a gangster walking with a limp 

And you know I got no love for a simp 

Posted up, nigga, eating steak and shrimp 

Lil bitch got my knife and I got my fork 

Benz outside and it's valet parked 

Blunt rolled up and I'm 'bout to spark 

In the city lights, I smash out in the dark 

Can't be but who I am 

Got to represent for my fam 

Cadillac doors still getting slammed 

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Don't like it, sorry don't give a damn 

Still down, still trill 

Gon' be that way 'til I'm dead and gone 

For PA I'm putting on with my candy paint 

To my shiny chrome, come on 

Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do 

I can see they watching, counting pockets, but what's new? 

She know when I call it's for a reason, so come through 

Nothing 'bout me change except these bitches n that coupe 

Ain't too many loyal niggas, I just know a few 

I'm telling nothing but the truth 

Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do