Genre - FTT Lyrics

Yea (Yea)
Yea, yea, yea (Go ahead Qui, talk that shit Qui)
(Yea)
I got a bad bitch yea, I got a bad bitch yea (Yea)
Yea, yea, yea,
(I got a bad bitch, she working for the team)
Lil' mama yea she working for the team
Got a bad bitch she working for the team
(Yea)
I'ma show you, I'ma show you get this green
Get that money I'ma work it for the team
I got a bad bitch she workin' straight for the team yea
I'm countin up all of this green yea
Tell me what the f*ck a bitch mean yea
I pull up and I cause a scene yea
Young n***a living' his dreams and shit
I got money falling out my jeans and shit
Me and Yaga probably double team ya bitch
Don't act like you ain't never seen the shit, yea
I was always on my on yea, tell myself I had to get it
I was always on my on yea, tell myself I had to get it yea
Runnin' round with these bad bitches, it be bad bitches that be switchin yea
But, n***a I ain't really trippin' I'm just steady sippin' counting all these digits
N*** been ready for this
These bitches be trippin' they all on my dick
But f*ck it I'ma go and get what I get
The lames trippin, I don't really hear shit
I got a bag and I'm drippy as shit
All these other n****s don't exist
Found my grind and I'm running this bitch
If we beefin' then I'm up in your shit
And if we beefin' then we all in your shit
I can have the Flyers skate on my wrist
These other niggas really ain't on shit
N****s acting like a bitch on dick
I get big bread, I get big cheese
You the type really make a bitch leave
I'm the type make a bitch miss me
F*ck a light skin, she a mixed breed
And I got tired of them hallways but I want some money for always
She tryna f*ck on my off days, I'm working even on off days
She tryna f*ck on my off days, I'm working even on off days
I shake 'em up and get 'em off me
Yea, I got 'em salty
Lil' mama yea she working for the team
Got a bad bitch she working for the team
(Yea)
I'ma show you, I'ma show you get this green
Get that money I'ma work it for the team
I got a bad bitch she workin' straight for the team yea
I'm countin up all of this green yea
Tell me what the f*ck a bitch mean yea
I pull up and I cause a scene yea
Young n***a living his dreams and shit
I got money falling out my jeans and shit
Me and Yaga probably double team ya bitch
Don't act like you ain't never seen the shit, yea
Brodi got locked, I ain't forgot, I'ma make sure he get home
His commissary was looking scary, I gave him some money, he on
I drop a song, they sing a long, young n***a reppin' the seven
Me and the dogs, we used to ball, right behind seven-eleven (Oh Nah)
Right behind Seven Eleven we balled
We used to shop at the mall
Now a young nigga drippin' these bitches picking up whenever I call (Yea)
Rollin' and countin' this cabbage
I'm livin' life like a savage yea
Aye, my bitch ain't average
N***a big ballin' is my habit yea
Lil' mama yea she working for the team
Got a bad bitch she working for the team
(Yea)
I'ma show you, I'ma show you get this green
Get that money I'ma work it for the team
I got a bad bitch she workin' straight for the team yea
I'm countin up all of this green yea
Tell me what the f*ck a bitch mean yea
I pull up and I cause a scene yea
Young n***a living his dreams and shit
I got money falling out my jeans and shit
Me and Yaga probably double team ya bitch
Don't act like you ain't never seen the shit, yea