My Pieces Hittin Lyrics

((Verse))
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood
Brush my teeth, put on clothes, hop in the whip, now I'm on the highway, heading to the next state, now it's time to play!! Something bout these pieces, got me feeling like trump, ask my bitch what she want, she said Giuseppe's, Cus she know my pieces don't run out, my bank account, (ooooO) im rich, if you need the plug let me know what's up

((Hook))
My bitch bad, her p*ssy wetter
When I talk about money, she gets happy, Take her to the mall and buy her what she want, Hit em with dat swip/ (o shit)
(My pieces hittin!)
(My pieces hittin!)
(My wrist is flickin!)
(My pieces hittin!)
(My pieces hittin!)

((Verse))
We in the club
The bartender know what's up Here comes the bottles
No need to hate, come hang with us
We got bitches, we take trips, we throw money, we in this bitch!
Last year I didn't have it, drop tears on the mattres, so glad that it happened, these pieces got me laughing, I swipe, I swipe, I swipe, no need to ask about the price (nope)

My pieces hittin  (ooO yea o yea)
My pieces hittin  (ooO yea o yea)
My pieces hittin

((Hook))
My bitch bad, her p*ssy wetter
When I talk about money, she gets happy, Take her to the mall and buy her what she want, Hit em with dat swip/ (o shit)
(My pieces hittin!)
(My pieces hittin!)
(My wrist is flickin!)
(My pieces hittin!)
(My pieces hittin!)

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