Amani - GIMMEMYMFGRAMMY Lyrics

Uh, yeah
F*ck do y'all niggas want
You sit in the back while I hop in the front
I'm the one taking control of the bus
I am the one who be counting the funds
Huh, bitch what do you mean
I can see you typing shit on your screen
I'm the realest nigga, you got twitter fingers
If you f*ck around, you getting caught in a scheme
I am not one to be f*cked with
I pull out the chickens and turn you to cutlets
We could be sailing the seven seas
And I would still hit yo ass with my cutlass
Back in the day shit was deeper
Was trying go find a demeanor
And I used to sit in the back of the class
Now they cheering my name from the bleachers
Bitch I'm yo motherf*ckers teacher
So go sit down and take this lesson
It's been three years dealing with depression
But don't worry brother it's been getting better
Now I been praying for better days
I hop in the motherf*cking getaway
I act like a motherf*cking renegade
And all y'all motherf*ckers have been afraid
These bitches who swerved me
Now they gonna serve me
They working the counter at Chick-fil-A
Haters wanna hurt me
They can't disturb me
I turned all my lemons to lemonade
But if you keep on giving me attitude
I'll squeeze all these lemons straight into your wounds
Married to the money like bride and groom
And if you got a mans, f*ck that got to do, with me
I'm from New York
But when I spit, it gets hot as Miami
Hopped in the (vroom) while you hop in the Camry
Give me my motherf*cking Grammy
I'm from New York
But when I spit, it gets hot as Miami
Hopped in (vroom) the while you hop in the Camry
Give me my motherf*cking Grammy