Bhad Bhabie feat. NLE Choppa – Get Like Me (Lyrics | Video)

Lyrics “Get Like Me” – Bhad Bhabie feat. NLE Choppa

B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
How, get like me

B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
How, get like me

I ain’t never gave a f**k ’bout a broke b**ch
I ain’t never gave a f**k ’bout no b**ch
B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
How, get like me

I’m gettin’ a lot, killin’ your b**ches, carotid, gettin’ murdered
You be the judge, show me the verdict
I get my money converted
B**ches be running in circles
Feel like I’m running the circuit
Rake me up for the commercial
Bands busting through my birkins
B**ch run up on me, get your s**t smacked up
F**ked for the pack, get a pack if you mismatched
Shooting at the Wraith in a pitched back
Slick keep aiming at the scope, couldn’t miss that
Heard you just walk with your money up
You ain’t even got a thousand
Selling stacks in the telly tub
B**ches really out here wildin’
I got endorsements ready
You’re just a corpse, sit steady
I’m on the Forbes list steady
I put the plaques on the wall
I smell the plaque through your jaw
You ain’t got nothing, jumping off

B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
How, get like me

B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
How, get like me

I ain’t never gave a f**k ’bout a broke b**ch
I ain’t never gave a f**k ’bout no b**ch
B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
How, get like me

Get you some money, I’m countin’ up guap
Lean in my tongue, I sip out the box
I hopped out the game but you know I’m a problem
Shoot him in the neck, pop him in the collar
The route start working, then you know I swipe the bowl
But I get paid ten bands just to do a show
Throw down on a man when I step up on the scene
I got a hundred something racks poking out my Balmain jeans
Wasn’t there when we was down, so he can’t join the team
Don’t you run up on me crazy ’cause these Glocks got a beam
We do this murder s**t for real, for my n**gas I kill
I’d do a hundred years, swear to god I won’t squeal
Never change on my gang, never changed for the fame
If I see a b**ch ass rapper, I’ma take that n**ga chain
B**ch, gang

B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
How, get like me

B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
How, get like me

I ain’t never gave a f**k ’bout a broke b**ch
I ain’t never gave a f**k ’bout no b**ch
B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
B**ch, get you some money
How, get like me…

➤ Written by Bhad Bhabie (Danielle Bregoli) & NLE Choppa
Produced by Pliznaya
Bhad Bhabie | NLE Choppa | 2019

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