Bitcoin Beezy - ¡MAYDAY!, Murs

I got a condo in Miami, flyin' out my pussy

Coolin' on the couch we eatin' Girl Scout cookies

I was just a rookie she took me for a grand

Pussy so good I’m still her number one fan

I used to have a fetish for them dead presidentes

Now these commodores here got me goin' Kyle Menendez

Crazy for that giga

Bytes for all my hitters

Steaks with these killers

The matrix paying for dinner

Circle full of winners paper percenters

I need that bread bowl

Everybody running 'round for green they get they heads blown

Cashing in on ATM’s

Close accounts with crazy friends

What they’ll do for dollars never ceases to amaze the man

Flash in the pan hella money in my hand

Smash for the stands just so I can feed my fam

Never crashing the L.A.N.

when I’m trying to get the grams

I got 50 bitcoin worth about a hundred grand

She’s my bitcoin beezy her titties flowing easy

No bra in the studio, she beautiful believe me

She get wet when she see me, her panties come off easy

She said she never leave me like I’m Baby and she’s Weezy

Left the data in the dresser

She laughed like Fran Drescher

Got no pressure from the vessel

When I bounced in kompressor

Made it rain in the desert

Now she love when I address her

Taught her how to fuckin' do it so now she call me professor

Lecture lassie like I’m lira lector

Dropping tokens in her slot I get up and play for extra

She wants some change but I ain’t giving none, my fee is fester

I leave no heir to my throne so keep the scalp and catch up

And feel the raw uncut, turn it up in your van

Let it thaw thumbs up, what the fuck is the plan

I’m gettin' money on my celly but they don’t understand

I got 50 bitcoin worth about a hundred grand

Raw uncut turn this up in your van

Get money

Get money

I’m talking big money

Raw uncut turn this up in your van

Smells like money

You gotta spend it baby, big money