[Chorus: Pnb Rock]
Bitch, stop all that talking
Bitch, stop all that arguing
If it ain't 'bout a dollar, pussy n***a, keep on walking
'Cause all we know is gett it, n***a
All we know is get it in
We don't know 'bout love, baby, my n***as just hitting shit
Bitch, stop all that talking
Bitch, stop all that arguing
If it ain't 'bout a dollar, pussy n***a, keep on walking
'Cause all we know is gett it, n***a
All we know is get it in
We don't know 'bout love, baby, my n***as just hitting shit

[Verse 1 ?]
Bitch, stop all of that talking
N***a, I ain't with that arguing
I stay strapped up
Like I'm [?]
These bullets come with names, I suggest you pick your coffin
Ain't no [?] if it don't got you caughfing
All we know is go, stacking paper on the low
Ain't no speaking, let them blow
And I'll keep robbing n***as till I blow
While I'm swerving lanes, she hitting dope
Your girl pussy sick, and my dick is dope
She keep talking dirty, so
I give her that [?]
She love the way I hit it, kill [?] stroak
And she gave me all this head [?] before she let me poke
I be hitting all these bitches, like my n***a Rocket knows
I done had so many abortions in your baby mother throat
Bitch, stop all that talking
Bitch, stop all that arguing
If it ain't 'bout a dollar, pussy n***a, keep on walking
'Cause all we know is gett it, n***a
All we know is get it in
We don't know 'bout love, baby, my n***as just hitting shit

[Verse 2 ?]
Ain't no fussing and fighting with pussy
Just scratching and biting and hitting
If this ain't 'bout Jacksons or Benjies
Then my 2 cents, I do not put in
When I'm cooking up, I put my foot in
These bitches be calling me [?]
I get the voicemail, and I just know
Man these bitches be [?]
I be fucking the pussy, and ducking the pussy
You loving the pussy, you stuck in the pussy
You ratting on n***as, and cuffing the pussy
We passing her off, now enough with the pussy
I'm all about my check though
Make my finger, neck and wrist glow
You want to [?] n***a, let's go
I'm the Burger King, you not [?]
We be wopping on n***as and chopping on n***as
They be calling on doctors and nerses for n***as
[?] ain't no one hot as this n***a
They acting, they need to get Oscars for n***as
[?] shit talk to these bitches
These bitches think I'm the shit
I ain't worried 'bout these bitches
I'm just worried 'bout getting rich
Bitch, stop all that talking
Bitch, stop all that arguing
If it ain't 'bout a dollar, pussy n***a, keep on walking
'Cause all we know is gett it, n***a
All we know is get it in
We don't know 'bout love, baby, my n***as just hitting shit

[Verse 3: Pnb Rock]
I don't know about love, bitch I know about sex
When it come to this beef shit, I know about [?]
Oh, you claming you the man? Think you can't get jammed?
Treat you like a rubber band, n***a, you can get stretched
Smoking dope with your main bitch
You [?] if I ain't hit
'Cause I'm too wavy, my crew wavy
So you know I let my team hit
We [?] and slam dunking
[?] lerking, tryna jam something
[?] body, watch out for shots
We get booked, we ain't saying nothing
It's Pnb, T.S.E
Whole bunch of young [?] n***as chasing millions
Screaming free [?] free [?]
They my motherfucking hittaas, I sware I miss them
These bitches tryna cuff me, telling me they love me
These hoes think that I'm stupid, they just so in love with my money
And these n***as stealing my style though, everybody wanna sing now
But you can't be Rock though, Imma keep fucking up the game now
Woo
Bitch, stop all that talking
Bitch, stop all that arguing
If it ain't 'bout a dollar, pussy n***a, keep on walking
'Cause all we know is gett it, n***a
All we know is get it in
We don't know 'bout love, baby, my n***as just hitting shit