Ayy, yeah
Like baby what's up?
Yeah, ayy
Like baby what's up?
Yeah Like baby what's up?
Yeah Like baby, what's up?
Like bae where you from?
Say you got a man but he broke get no funds
I get that money, that f*ck up the club
I love these fifties, these hunnids, these dubs
They sayin', JC, I think you the one
Just like my sprite, got it straight out the mud, yeah
Baby what's up?
I can't fall in love
I thought I could trust
But my last f*cked it up
She tried to play me like, bitch what the f*ck
My new bitch foreign, don't know where she from
These niggas broke & they ain't havin' none
These niggas broke & they ain't havin' none
Like, damn, where your funds?
Like, run that shit up
Go count that shit up, uh-huh
We don't get no f*cks, uh-huh
I laugh to the bank, ha-ha
I'm smokin' that stank, za-za
And she wanna link, wifi
So I told her, link, that's fine
Like, baby, what's up?
Like, bae, where you from?
Say you got a man but he broke and no funds
I get that money, that f*ck up the club
I love these fifties, these hunnids, these dubs
They sayin', JC, I think you the one
Just like my Sprite, got it straight out the mud
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Ayy, yeah
Like baby what's up?
Yeah, ayy
Like baby what's up?
Yeah Like baby what's up?
Yeah Like baby, what's up?
Like bae where you from?
Say you got a man but he broke get no funds
I get that money, that f*ck up the club
I love these fifties, these hunnids, these dubs
They sayin', JC, I think you the one
Just like my sprite, got it straight out the mud, yeah
Baby what's up?
I can't fall in love
I thought I could trust
But my last f*cked it up
She tried to play me like, bitch what the f*ck
My new bitch foreign, don't know where she from
These niggas broke & they ain't havin' none
These niggas broke & they ain't havin' none
Like, damn, where your funds?
Like, run that shit up
Go count that shit up, uh-huh
We don't get no f*cks, uh-huh
I laugh to the bank, ha-ha
I'm smokin' that stank, za-za
And she wanna link, wifi
So I told her, link, that's fine
Like, baby, what's up?
Like, bae, where you from?
Say you got a man but he broke and no funds
I get that money, that f*ck up the club
I love these fifties, these hunnids, these dubs
They sayin', JC, I think you the one
Just like my Sprite, got it straight out the mud
Like baby what's up?
Yeah, ayy
Like baby what's up?
Yeah Like baby what's up?
Yeah Like baby, what's up?
Like bae where you from?
Say you got a man but he broke get no funds
I get that money, that f*ck up the club
I love these fifties, these hunnids, these dubs
They sayin', JC, I think you the one
Just like my sprite, got it straight out the mud, yeah
Baby what's up?
I can't fall in love
I thought I could trust
But my last f*cked it up
She tried to play me like, bitch what the f*ck
My new bitch foreign, don't know where she from
These niggas broke & they ain't havin' none
These niggas broke & they ain't havin' none
Like, damn, where your funds?
Like, run that shit up
Go count that shit up, uh-huh
We don't get no f*cks, uh-huh
I laugh to the bank, ha-ha
I'm smokin' that stank, za-za
And she wanna link, wifi
So I told her, link, that's fine
Like, baby, what's up?
Like, bae, where you from?
Say you got a man but he broke and no funds
I get that money, that f*ck up the club
I love these fifties, these hunnids, these dubs
They sayin', JC, I think you the one
Just like my Sprite, got it straight out the mud
Writer: jalen clayton
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