DJ Wich & Rasco feat. Guilty Simpson - Bloodhounds lyrics

- You fellows are untouchable, is that the thing?
No one can get to you?
- You tell Capone...
- Hey, everyone can be gotten to
- That I'll see him in hell

Yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
G.S.
(Yeah, yeah)
Ras'
(Yeah, yeah)
Uh
Yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Pay attention
(Yeah, yeah)
Ladies
(Yeah, yeah)
It's like

They showin' love now, these bitches is bloodhounds
They want big stacks, these bitches is bloodhounds
They never get that, we shuttin' the club down
We tell 'em to make tracks, big money, they chase that

Woo, yo, I'm hard on a bitch, guaranteed, that's a given
If it's cold, I put her out on the stroll wearin' mittens (Right)
In Michigan, motherfuckers gotta have it, no excuses
I get the bread, a little head, then I'm throwin' deuces (Grease!)
A money-hungry chick? Nah, that's some funny shit
I make the money flip, so tell that hoe you runnin' with
That Guilty's on a paper mission
All profit, pay who? Bitch, stop it, I barely even pay attention
That's the way of Simpson
It's in my jeans like the paper in my LRG pockets
We gettin' green, and you gettin' green with envy
Like I give a fuck, I pick up hoes in my pickup truck, gettin' sucked off
I'm a fucking boss, I'm giving orders
You outta your right mind - white wine? Get her water
Old head mad how I did his daughter
So I did her even worse, made her empty out her purse
Took pennies, dimes, and quarters, even dollars
Bitch, holla, you gotta swallow if you want the Prada
If not, then you gettin' nada (Tell 'em)
It's not a thing to make your main squeeze call me papa
Yeah, I break a broad, then I shake a broad (Yo)
I keep the paper long, then I take it all (Get me?)
Uh, you know my show's in town, pimpin'
When you see your girl's nose on the ground, sniffin' (Yeah)

They showin' love now, these bitches is bloodhounds
They want big stacks, these bitches is bloodhounds
They never get that, we shuttin' the club down
We tell 'em to make tracks, big money, they chase that
[2x]

Yeah
These broads is like hound dogs, they trackin' me down, y'all
Once you get stacks, they comin' around, y'all
We shut 'em down, y'all, we tell 'em to make tracks
Front row, the place packed, big money, they chase stacks
They never gettin' mine, from Sally to Clementine
They wantin' the champagne, I squeeze 'em the lemon-lime
Every single time, won't tip 'em a single dime
Whenever they want chips, I tell 'em to get in line
They can sniff cash like brothers can sniff ass
Get rid of 'em this fast, right after the splish-splash
I let 'em skip past, get bitches the long way
Must be on the wrong page, you got the wrong day
This is Rasco, won't give 'em the cash flow
Right after the last show, give 'em what they ask for
I give 'em no space, they out on the dough chase
They understand I breaks bread at a slow pace
I make 'em catch cash, right after the fresh stab
They lookin' for fresh crab, I give 'em the rib slab
5.99, these broads is outta line
Tell 'em that they outta time, outta sight, outta mind
I'm on the daily grind, won't give 'em a damn thing
You kissin' the champ's ring, my crown, I'm still king
This the real thing, no joke, I'm tellin' y'all
Get your refund for that bullshit they sellin' y'all

They showin' love now, these bitches is bloodhounds
They want big stacks, these bitches is bloodhounds
They never get that, we shuttin' the club down
We tell 'em to make tracks, big money, they chase that
[2x]