Live From the Gutter

Hendrix
Yeah
Aqua
Hah
(I woke up like this)

Reporting live from the fucking gutter, bitch
I ain't talking about some big money shit
I ain't talking nothin', but big money shit
I ain't talking nothin', but big money, bitch

Reporting live from the gutter
I'll buy these motherfuckers talking big money shit, bitch
Straight up out the gutter, never had shit
Now we got 90210 on our address
Talking ten mill' just to get an asset
I know them tears still falling down on my last bitch
This money made me hungry, I'm a savage
I've seen stars lining up, you couldn't imagine

I watched my broad give up on me like I'm average
I went back inside the attic
Count it up and started laughing, ah (ha-ha-ha)
I went back inside the attic
Count it up and started laughing, ah, hah
Cuban links hanging on my wrist I was on welfare
Wake up in the house, I look around, see bales everywhere
I see girls everywhere, I see scales everywhere

I see hell everywhere, I get mail everywhere
Walked outside Buford County, came out in a Learjet
A fiend for that lean, I ain't even started drinking beer yet
They bust the trap, I live there
Came out clean, I ain't clean my niggas still there
Just imagine, you was living lavish, and they still there
Wake up in the crib, pools sitting on the hill now
I just need some niggas with me that gon' keep it real now

Got a lot of pretty bitches, I just paid they bills now
Money make 'em feel good, but does she make me feel good?
Known for gettin' that guala out in Europe, but I'm still hood
Known to pop a bottle on a motherfucker
Like I'm on my last damn dollar (hah)

Reporting live from the fucking gutter, bitch
I ain't talking about some big money shit
I ain't talking nothin', but big money shit
I ain't talking nothin', but big money, bitch

Reporting live from the gutter
I will buy this motherfucker
It's not even a discussion, woo
And I got my niggas with me, yeah-yeah
She gon' end up dipping with me, yeah-yeah
And I got her tripping off the yah-yah
Pillow talking dishing out on all y'all, yeah
In one ear and out the other
Shut your mouth and take what's coming

Live from the gutter, dawg, yeah-yeah
She don't want pets, but I'm a dog, yeah-yeah
And she love it, dawg, yeah-yeah
And she love it, dawg, yeah-yeah
On the Billboards, all we do is pop shit
Soon as night fall, that's when we lock in
This for my niggas on that bullshit and that nonsense
This for my dawgs that go Karrueche with the chopsticks, woo

And we gon' miss you
They don't want no smoke, they don't want no issue
But these the times we gotta live through
But these the times we gotta live through, and I'm

Reporting live from the fucking gutter, bitch
I ain't talking about some real money shit
Reporting live from the damn gutter
Swear to God, I'll buy this motherfucker, ah