Be Gully Oh No

[Chorus]
All I do is cash out, bitches pop they ass out
All these hoes, they want me and they know I'm tryna smash now
All I do is cash out, bitches pop they ass out
All these hoes, they want me and they know I'm tryna smash now
All my boys be gully
All my boys be gully
All my boys be gully
Everyday making money
All my boys be gully
All my boys be gully
All my boys be gully
Everyday making money

[Verse 1]
All my migos gonna give it to you (uhuh, uhuh) (no homo though)
Fuck with me your boys never knew you
You ain't got my dinero? (shit)
You ain't got my cash flow?
Fuck around and get laid out quick
My clique cause a fiasco
Boutta cop that [?]
Then I gon' drop on that Benz
All of my [?] about bread
[?] and then bring [?]
You [?]
Fuck birdbrains and groupies
Countin' up my rupees
Pay for bitches but ya pay for me
That'd make ya hoеs look like Whoopi
You ain't know what that is like (ah)
All of my boys straight [?]
Play with my money you out
[?] my killеrs gon' be getting funds (uh)
[?] you can't play the [?]
Won't make it home, run faster
Just none of that batter
Try to play the game but go [?] actually
Ballin' and ballin' you saw it, you call it
Oh, no [?] up on [?]
[?] been [?]
Leave with them drippin' on out like a faucet (they drippin')
Day to day I'm gettin' paid
Collect the [?], safe to say
My money wage is real estate
Type of taste, life is great
Always on my paper chase (get it)