TMG - HELL YEAH Lyrics

Big paper got me pimpin', got me chasin' all the chickens
I've been flippin' all these birds, got these bitches actin' different
Even basic shit I do, got these niggas say I'm different
Hood Rich Superstar, you can say that I'm gifted
Uh, bang, yeah, yeah, Hell yeah
All of this bread that I'm throwin unfair
I need a bad bitch and a rollie, two-pair
Two times
Pop rozay bottles all night, no belair
Uh, bang, yeah, like hell yeah
TMG, that nigga and his squad, hell, yeah
Skrt Skrt
I throw all that paper at them broads, hell yeah
You want all them bands on your buss, hell yeah
Uh, hell, yeah
Big bands, hell yeah
Big bands, hell yeah
No paper trailing, hell yeah
I f*ck a million, hell yeah
Uh, shh, be quiet
Ha ha
I'ma need you take a jet ski to the island
I'ma beat it up real quick and be a daddy
Keep between us, baby girl, don't tell your pappy
Put them bands up real quick for your body
I'ma put you in the front seat, ride it, shoty
Can you twerk it for me real quick, cause you got it
Uh, please, put that pussy on my body
Put that pussy on
Uh, yeah, check ya suit
Bitch, you better bend it over when we in the coupe
Bitch, I ain't got no brain know what I do to you
Bitch, you know I got some shooters and they gon' shoot
Bang, we bulletproof
Got some apes in my squad, break it back too
Bang, yeah, it's what we do
Up top, niggas ridin' round in addy coupes
Uh, hell, chicken, chicken
Chicken, chicken, we chasing chickens
Gettin, chicken, we chasing chickens
We Gettin bands, we chasing chickens
Uh, hell yeah
Hell yeah
Big bands, hell yeah
No paper trailing, hell yeah
I f*ck a million, hell yeah
Uh, she bad
Shh, be quiet
I'ma need you take a jet ski to the island
I'ma beat it up real quick and be a daddy
Keep it to you and us, baby girl, don't tell your pappy
Put them bands up real quick for your body
I'ma put you in the front seat, ride it, shotty
Can you twerk it for me real quick, cause you got it
Uh, please, put that pussy on my body
Put that pussy on
Big paper got me pimpin', got me chasin' all the chickens
I've been flippin' all these birds, got these bitches actin' different
Even basic shit I do, got these niggas say I'm different
Hood rich superstar
You can say that I'm gifted, uh, bang, yeah, yeah
Hell yeah
All of this bread that I'm throwin' unfair
I need a bad bitch and a rollie, two pair
Two times
Pop rozay bottles all night, no belair, uh
Bang, yeah, like hell yeah
TMG, that nigga and his squad, hell yeah
Skrt skrt
I throw all that paper at them broads, hell yeah
You want all them bands on your buss, hell yeah
Uh, hell yeah
Hell yeah p
Big bands, hell yeah
Big bangs, hell yeah
No paper trailing, hell yeah
I f*ck a million, hell yeah
Uh she bad