(That's that Kofi Black music)
Oh, this what we doin'? Alright
Uh
Took the cold out my heart, went and put in on a watch (ooh)
Middle finger hangin' out the Benz, feel like Pac (uh)
Spittin' on your cameras, bandana with the knot
Competition lookin' for me, I was waitin' at the top (uh)
But ain't no competition, ain't no one in my position (nah)
Didn't mean to flex on niggas, wasn't my decision (wasn't my decision)
God told me, "Do it," so I did it on 'em (so I did it on 'em)
And hoes gon' be hoes, I ain't trippin' on 'em (I ain't trippin' on 'em)
Niggas dyin' to beat me, so I'm livin' on 'em (so I'm livin' on 'em)
And since they wanna pay attention, I'ma bill it on 'em (I'ma bill it on 'em)
I don't feel her like she feel me but I'm feelin' on her (feelin' on her)
She thought the sky was falling when I dropped the ceiling on 'em
Then she went and dropped her panties
F*ck your hard, I want a Grammy
Don't take Molly, don't take Xannies but it's weed inside the pantry
I get high to get by, she gon' low 'cause she my ho
Shoutout Reen, that's the bro, ayy
Shoutout to my motherf*ckin' woes
Uh, we ain't ever home, we on the road
Ain't no lettin' up and catchin' up, we on the road
Uh, pull up in that (skrrt, skrrt)
Hop up in that (brrt, brrt)
Cameras out, hol' up, let me pose (ooh)
Pretty motherf*cker, put me on the front of Vogue (ooh)
Niggas tryna be the bro but they don't know the code (no)
I put her in history and sold around the globe (around the)
This about to be the greatest story never told, nigga, huh? (Never told, nigga)
If you ain't know, then now you know, nigga, huh?
I wasn't welcome, I imposed, nigga, huh? (I imposed, nigga)
I put this dick inside her soul, nigga, uh (I put this dick inside her soul)
Just to get up under niggas' skin
F*ckin' with the same sex, they say it's a sin (huh?)
But I'm a dyke and she a femme, it's a synonym (Ooh)
Puttin' M&Ms in the blik'
Then I go and buy a pack of M&Ms, nigga, let's get it
Took the cold out my heart, went and put in on a watch
Middle finger hangin' out the Benz, feel like Pac
Spittin' on your cameras, bandana with the knot
Competition lookin' for me, I was waitin' at the top
But ain't no competition, ain't no one in my position
Didn't mean to flex on niggas, wasn't my decision
God told me, "Do it," so I did it on 'em
And hoes gon' be hoes, I ain't trippin' on 'em
I don't feel her like she feel me but I'm feelin' on her
She thought the sky was falling when I dropped the ceiling on 'em
Niggas dyin' to beat me, so I'm livin' on 'em
And since they wanna pay attention, I'ma bill it on 'em
Let's get it
Young MA - Herstory in the Making Album Lyrics
Young MA - Herstory in the Making Lyrics
Writer: Katorah Marrero, Kofi Brifu
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Da Come Up
Came from the bottom, man
I feel like Martin Luther King, man
Started off with a dream
One gold chain, I was actin' up with the gold fangs
No name, knew I had to put in more pain (puttin' in work), uh
I had one bitch, few side hoes
Taking niggas' women with my eyes closed
I was runnin' like a snot nose, uh (run it up, run it up)
Fresh t-shirt, Ralph Lauren, new pair of Jordans
One car, not a foreign
Had the Hennessy pourin', uh (pour it up, pour it up)
Mixtapes out the Chevy Cruise (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
My grind wouldn't let me lose
Now this lil' nigga makin' heavy moves
Came back from the setback (hold up)
The realest out, I can bet that (bet)
Cee-lo with the dice game
Four, five, six, that's a head crack (check 'em off)
My ex-bitch, had to X that (bye)
Didn't feel right, so I left that (hello)
On to the next that
Now it's f*ck that, where the checks at? (Where the checks, man?)
Finessing, uh
Get back to the work, ain't no resting, uh
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson, uh
Now I count my money, count my blessing, uh
No off days on the calendar (no)
'Bout to cop the new Challenger
MAC-10's with the silencer
Even wildin' out, it ain't wild as us (glit)
Purple kush, call it lavender
LV's on the pedal
Bring the mileage up, racks in the passenger (skrrt, skrrt)
Whole gang full of savages (gang)
Hunt 'em down like a scavenger (glit)
Man down if he acting up (boom)
Never back down, never backing up
Get the backend, 'member back then I ain't have shit?
Got the AP with the white face, call it Dracula (uh)
Nigga hatin' all in an Acura
Big body so big, beep, beep, beep, beep when I back it up
Clown nigga, he-he-he-he-he-he, got me crackin' up (stupid)
Make her skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet when I'm tappin' her
In that big body with a thick thotty
Got six jobs and like six hobbies, ooh
Finessing, uh
Get back to the work, ain't no resting, uh
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson, uh
Now I count my money, count my blessing, uh
Started off with a dream
One gold chain, I was actin' up with the gold fangs
No name, knew I had to put in more pain, uh
I had one bitch, few side hoes
Taking niggas' women with my eyes closed
I was runnin' like a snot nose
Fresh t-shirt, Ralph Lauren, new pair of Jordans
One car, not a foreign
Had the Hennessy pourin'
Mixtapes out the Chevy Cruise
My grind wouldn't let me lose
Now this lil' nigga makin' heavy moves
Aye, big shit, big tings
Big things, you know what I mean?
(I had one bitch, few side hoes)
(Taking niggas' women with my eyes closed)
(I was runnin' like a snot)
Aye, finessing
Get back to the work, ain't no resting
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson
Now I count my money, count my blessing
I feel like Martin Luther King, man
Started off with a dream
One gold chain, I was actin' up with the gold fangs
No name, knew I had to put in more pain (puttin' in work), uh
I had one bitch, few side hoes
Taking niggas' women with my eyes closed
I was runnin' like a snot nose, uh (run it up, run it up)
Fresh t-shirt, Ralph Lauren, new pair of Jordans
One car, not a foreign
Had the Hennessy pourin', uh (pour it up, pour it up)
Mixtapes out the Chevy Cruise (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
My grind wouldn't let me lose
Now this lil' nigga makin' heavy moves
Came back from the setback (hold up)
The realest out, I can bet that (bet)
Cee-lo with the dice game
Four, five, six, that's a head crack (check 'em off)
My ex-bitch, had to X that (bye)
Didn't feel right, so I left that (hello)
On to the next that
Now it's f*ck that, where the checks at? (Where the checks, man?)
Finessing, uh
Get back to the work, ain't no resting, uh
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson, uh
Now I count my money, count my blessing, uh
No off days on the calendar (no)
'Bout to cop the new Challenger
MAC-10's with the silencer
Even wildin' out, it ain't wild as us (glit)
Purple kush, call it lavender
LV's on the pedal
Bring the mileage up, racks in the passenger (skrrt, skrrt)
Whole gang full of savages (gang)
Hunt 'em down like a scavenger (glit)
Man down if he acting up (boom)
Never back down, never backing up
Get the backend, 'member back then I ain't have shit?
Got the AP with the white face, call it Dracula (uh)
Nigga hatin' all in an Acura
Big body so big, beep, beep, beep, beep when I back it up
Clown nigga, he-he-he-he-he-he, got me crackin' up (stupid)
Make her skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet when I'm tappin' her
In that big body with a thick thotty
Got six jobs and like six hobbies, ooh
Finessing, uh
Get back to the work, ain't no resting, uh
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson, uh
Now I count my money, count my blessing, uh
Started off with a dream
One gold chain, I was actin' up with the gold fangs
No name, knew I had to put in more pain, uh
I had one bitch, few side hoes
Taking niggas' women with my eyes closed
I was runnin' like a snot nose
Fresh t-shirt, Ralph Lauren, new pair of Jordans
One car, not a foreign
Had the Hennessy pourin'
Mixtapes out the Chevy Cruise
My grind wouldn't let me lose
Now this lil' nigga makin' heavy moves
Aye, big shit, big tings
Big things, you know what I mean?
(I had one bitch, few side hoes)
(Taking niggas' women with my eyes closed)
(I was runnin' like a snot)
Aye, finessing
Get back to the work, ain't no resting
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson
Now I count my money, count my blessing
Writer: Gregory Youance, Katorah Marrero
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
BIG
It's that big drip!
(Zombie on the track)
I got a bunch of niggas in the studio
That's gang-gang though (facts)
Everybody good over there, you heard?
Uh, uh, ay, uh
Never been a hater (never that)
I just, stick to my paper like a stapler (ooh)
Yellow bone smoking purple, LA Lakers, uh
If she give me pussy on a wake up
Double cup of carrot juice
Oh, that's my savage juice
I just copped a Audemar
Oh, and a Patek too
Dripping in that iceberg
Or in a cabber too
Ay bro, don't you cuff that hoe
'Cause I done had her too (I done had her)
They say that they packin', oh we packin' too, uh (oh we packin' too)
Run up like, what's poppin? And what's brackin'? Too, uh (brackin' too)
Said I would get rich and made it happen too, uh (I made it happen too)
Take a picture with your bitch and tag her too, uh (I gotta tag her too)
Savage mode, uh (savage mode)
Rack it and roll, uh (rackin' it and roll)
Clappin' a hoe, uh (clappin' a hoe)
Now you can go, uh (now you can go)
She poppin' a bean, uh (poppin' a bean)
Lickin' on lean, uh
Off-white, off night, cookies and cream
Ooh, ooh
That's that big drip (that's that big drip)
Big wrist (ooh)
Big body, big whips (ooh)
Big Glocks (ooh)
Big guap, big notch (ooh)
Big goons (ooh)
Small problems, big moves (ooh)
Ooh, uh, sauce it up (sauce it up)
All this drip, I could f*ck around and wash him up (have him washed up)
Hellcat sound like Mufasa when I start it up
That's a wild body, bitch it's hard to park it up (hard to park)
Uh, buss it like a baby leg, spark it up (spark it up)
Ay, homie tuck your chain it don't spark enough (it don't spark enough)
Ay, homie tuck your chain it don't spark enough
Like what you doin'? F*ck this nigga doin' bro?
This nigga got Cubic zirconia stones, man
Nigga really tryna stunt
My nigga you a lil' nigga, you heard? You a little homie
(You should get your money back) get your money back
Double cup a Hennessy we call it money-gnac (that Henny)
Suwoo! Where all of my bloodies at?
I took her to the crib and I had fun with that (Yeah I f*cked her)
Now come and get your mother back, I'm done with that (your mother)
Yo, I just copped a pocket rocket (grrr), yeah
For all you niggas pocket watching, ay (why you watchin' me?)
Why your rollie tick-tick-tocking?, Ay (why your rollie tick?)
Ay, uh, I f*ck her during tax season, perfect timing (perfect timing)
I bagged your bitch in Fashion Nova new designer (new designer)
Uh, man I like them tatted bitches, "Hi, Kehlani" (Kehlani)
I woke up in that pussy, her new name Bugatti (Bugatti)
Uh, bitch, I got that drip, my new name Tsunami
Ooh, ooh
That's that big drip (that's that big drip)
Big wrist (ooh)
Big body, big whips (ooh)
Big Glocks (ooh)
Big guap, big notch (ooh)
Big goons (ooh)
Small problems, big moves (big moves)
Yeah, I'm Young M.A. but she call me papi (she call me papi, ooh)
(She call me papi and I call her mami)
Yeah, I'm Young M.A. But she call me papi (Tati)
(Zombie on the track)
(Zombie on the track)
I got a bunch of niggas in the studio
That's gang-gang though (facts)
Everybody good over there, you heard?
Uh, uh, ay, uh
Never been a hater (never that)
I just, stick to my paper like a stapler (ooh)
Yellow bone smoking purple, LA Lakers, uh
If she give me pussy on a wake up
Double cup of carrot juice
Oh, that's my savage juice
I just copped a Audemar
Oh, and a Patek too
Dripping in that iceberg
Or in a cabber too
Ay bro, don't you cuff that hoe
'Cause I done had her too (I done had her)
They say that they packin', oh we packin' too, uh (oh we packin' too)
Run up like, what's poppin? And what's brackin'? Too, uh (brackin' too)
Said I would get rich and made it happen too, uh (I made it happen too)
Take a picture with your bitch and tag her too, uh (I gotta tag her too)
Savage mode, uh (savage mode)
Rack it and roll, uh (rackin' it and roll)
Clappin' a hoe, uh (clappin' a hoe)
Now you can go, uh (now you can go)
She poppin' a bean, uh (poppin' a bean)
Lickin' on lean, uh
Off-white, off night, cookies and cream
Ooh, ooh
That's that big drip (that's that big drip)
Big wrist (ooh)
Big body, big whips (ooh)
Big Glocks (ooh)
Big guap, big notch (ooh)
Big goons (ooh)
Small problems, big moves (ooh)
Ooh, uh, sauce it up (sauce it up)
All this drip, I could f*ck around and wash him up (have him washed up)
Hellcat sound like Mufasa when I start it up
That's a wild body, bitch it's hard to park it up (hard to park)
Uh, buss it like a baby leg, spark it up (spark it up)
Ay, homie tuck your chain it don't spark enough (it don't spark enough)
Ay, homie tuck your chain it don't spark enough
Like what you doin'? F*ck this nigga doin' bro?
This nigga got Cubic zirconia stones, man
Nigga really tryna stunt
My nigga you a lil' nigga, you heard? You a little homie
(You should get your money back) get your money back
Double cup a Hennessy we call it money-gnac (that Henny)
Suwoo! Where all of my bloodies at?
I took her to the crib and I had fun with that (Yeah I f*cked her)
Now come and get your mother back, I'm done with that (your mother)
Yo, I just copped a pocket rocket (grrr), yeah
For all you niggas pocket watching, ay (why you watchin' me?)
Why your rollie tick-tick-tocking?, Ay (why your rollie tick?)
Ay, uh, I f*ck her during tax season, perfect timing (perfect timing)
I bagged your bitch in Fashion Nova new designer (new designer)
Uh, man I like them tatted bitches, "Hi, Kehlani" (Kehlani)
I woke up in that pussy, her new name Bugatti (Bugatti)
Uh, bitch, I got that drip, my new name Tsunami
Ooh, ooh
That's that big drip (that's that big drip)
Big wrist (ooh)
Big body, big whips (ooh)
Big Glocks (ooh)
Big guap, big notch (ooh)
Big goons (ooh)
Small problems, big moves (big moves)
Yeah, I'm Young M.A. but she call me papi (she call me papi, ooh)
(She call me papi and I call her mami)
Yeah, I'm Young M.A. But she call me papi (Tati)
(Zombie on the track)
Writer: Katorah Marrero, William Coleman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Kold World (2019)
(Zaytoven)
Aye, man
Aye, you gotta be careful who you play with
Everybody ain't playin', man
Loyalty ain't nothin' but a word, that's my word
Niggas actin' like they in your lane, then they swerve (skrrt)
You can't sit with us no more, this table is reserved (yeah)
For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon' eat for certain
Niggas ain't gon' leech off me, mm-mm, no, that's for sure
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
I ain't never stressed to be up next, I wait my turn
And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned
Used to cop that weight, we would call it lil' saint
You got money, you got served, that's four-fifty for a plate
Must have really liked that bitch, spent twelve hundred on a date
For potato and a steak and she barely even ate (damn)
Aye, lil' bih (aye), aye, lil' bih (aye), aye, lil' bih
You give me some coochie, I might pay your rent (ooh)
Uh, throw you out the condo if you throw a fit (get outta here)
They tried to hold me back but they can hold this dick
I remember when my pockets only had a twenty and a five
I would go and buy some pizza and some fries
Metrocard for the week, caught the train, ain't had no ride
Debit card ran out of money, when I swiped, it said, "Declined"
Keepin' it a hundred, you know, like two fifty's combined
On Craigslist, like, every day, if they hired, I applied
I ain't got to lie, Craig, I ain't got to lie
And I wouldn't change a thing because today I'm doin' fine
Lost some friends along the way and found some foes (found some foes)
They wasn't who they said they were, no, them was clones (them was clones)
Used to have a heart that beat, now it's a stone (It's a stone)
The more money, the more problems, that's the goal (that's the goal)
Loyalty ain't nothin' but a word, that's my word
Niggas actin' like they in your lane, then they swerve (skrrt)
You can't sit with us no more, this table is reserved
For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon' eat for certain
Niggas ain't gon' leech off me, mm-mm, no, that's for sure
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
I ain't never stressed to be up next, I wait my turn
And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned
Mama used to tell me, "Don't be scared of shit" (I ain't scared of shit)
My pop'll pull up on your block and clear that shit (grr)
Didn't grow up on some sharin', carin' shit (wasn't no sharin' shit)
Mama bought them gifts, none of that Santa shit (not that Santa shit)
Cops and robbers, nigga knockin', blammin' shit (ooh)
And as a teen, I wasn't given nothin', wasn't handed shit (no)
Candy in a sandwich bag, sold that bitch for five
Yeah, I went to class but I would hustle on the side
My grades wasn't bad, they wasn't good, they was aight
Report card's in the mail, if it was bad, then I would sign
Mama didn't work a nine-to-five, no, mama worked from nine-to-nine
So I don't think she mind, nah I'm lyin' (love you mom)
Loyalty ain't nothin' but a word, that's my word
Niggas actin' like they in your lane, then they swerve (skrrt)
You can't sit with us no more, this table is reserved
For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon' eat for certain (gang, gang)
Niggas ain't gon' leech off me, mm-mm, no, that's for sure
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
I ain't never stressed to be up next, I wait my turn
And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned (gang, gang, gang, gang)
Aye, aye (ooh, ooh)
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur (ooh, ooh)
Aye, aye, uh
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
Aye, aye, aye
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
I don't even wanna hit it
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
Aye, man
Aye, you gotta be careful who you play with
Everybody ain't playin', man
Loyalty ain't nothin' but a word, that's my word
Niggas actin' like they in your lane, then they swerve (skrrt)
You can't sit with us no more, this table is reserved (yeah)
For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon' eat for certain
Niggas ain't gon' leech off me, mm-mm, no, that's for sure
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
I ain't never stressed to be up next, I wait my turn
And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned
Used to cop that weight, we would call it lil' saint
You got money, you got served, that's four-fifty for a plate
Must have really liked that bitch, spent twelve hundred on a date
For potato and a steak and she barely even ate (damn)
Aye, lil' bih (aye), aye, lil' bih (aye), aye, lil' bih
You give me some coochie, I might pay your rent (ooh)
Uh, throw you out the condo if you throw a fit (get outta here)
They tried to hold me back but they can hold this dick
I remember when my pockets only had a twenty and a five
I would go and buy some pizza and some fries
Metrocard for the week, caught the train, ain't had no ride
Debit card ran out of money, when I swiped, it said, "Declined"
Keepin' it a hundred, you know, like two fifty's combined
On Craigslist, like, every day, if they hired, I applied
I ain't got to lie, Craig, I ain't got to lie
And I wouldn't change a thing because today I'm doin' fine
Lost some friends along the way and found some foes (found some foes)
They wasn't who they said they were, no, them was clones (them was clones)
Used to have a heart that beat, now it's a stone (It's a stone)
The more money, the more problems, that's the goal (that's the goal)
Loyalty ain't nothin' but a word, that's my word
Niggas actin' like they in your lane, then they swerve (skrrt)
You can't sit with us no more, this table is reserved
For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon' eat for certain
Niggas ain't gon' leech off me, mm-mm, no, that's for sure
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
I ain't never stressed to be up next, I wait my turn
And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned
Mama used to tell me, "Don't be scared of shit" (I ain't scared of shit)
My pop'll pull up on your block and clear that shit (grr)
Didn't grow up on some sharin', carin' shit (wasn't no sharin' shit)
Mama bought them gifts, none of that Santa shit (not that Santa shit)
Cops and robbers, nigga knockin', blammin' shit (ooh)
And as a teen, I wasn't given nothin', wasn't handed shit (no)
Candy in a sandwich bag, sold that bitch for five
Yeah, I went to class but I would hustle on the side
My grades wasn't bad, they wasn't good, they was aight
Report card's in the mail, if it was bad, then I would sign
Mama didn't work a nine-to-five, no, mama worked from nine-to-nine
So I don't think she mind, nah I'm lyin' (love you mom)
Loyalty ain't nothin' but a word, that's my word
Niggas actin' like they in your lane, then they swerve (skrrt)
You can't sit with us no more, this table is reserved
For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon' eat for certain (gang, gang)
Niggas ain't gon' leech off me, mm-mm, no, that's for sure
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
I ain't never stressed to be up next, I wait my turn
And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned (gang, gang, gang, gang)
Aye, aye (ooh, ooh)
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur (ooh, ooh)
Aye, aye, uh
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
Aye, aye, aye
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
I don't even wanna hit it
It's a cold world, brr brr, buy a fur
Writer: Katorah Marrero, Xavier Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, O/B/O CAPASSO
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, O/B/O CAPASSO
PettyWap
Uh, bag-flippin', cash-trippin'
Pull up, beat the block like a ass whoopin'
Stash box, keep the stash in it, racks in it
Bought that bitch a Fashion Nova dress just to see her ass in it
Twerk for my Instagram
She just got a hundred missed calls, it's her man, damn
Oh that's your nigga now, huh?
Said you wasn't with him, now you with him now, huh?
Things different now, huh?
You committed now, huh?
Guess I can't hit it how I hit now, huh?
Well, hit me when ya nigga ain't around
There's money to be made bitch, I won't wait around
I flex on her for fun, but I do not play around
"S" on my chest and I keep a cape around
Gang gang with me, yeah I keep like eight around
Even when you think they ain't around, they around
Woah, woah, woah, we ain't playing fair
Oh no, no, you don't want to take it there
Thinkin' 'bout my next move in my thinking chair
This chip is on my shoulder and it's stayin' there
'Cause I been through a lot of bull
And they can't stand me 'cause I'm misunderstood
And I need a bad bitch just to give her good good
And girl, I like to eat, I hope you like to cook, cook
Used to get the work from my cousin, WupWup
What up five, free the guys out the woop woop
Teacher said you'll never make it
Turn my textbook to a checkbook
I put food on the table
And I did that without a cookbook
I'm rich and they f*cking hate it
And while they looking mad, I'm just looking good
Ay, I feel like flexin'
Bitches call my phone, don't feel like texting
My Louis clothes that's French, that's what I'm dressed in
Dior my cologne, she said my scent is her obsession
I became possessive, soon as the money came in my possession
I'm selfish, no question
My alarm is set to every second, no restin'
My haters spend a lot of time with me, I'm they bestfriend
I'm they bestfriend
Go bestfriend, go bestfriend, go bestfriend, go bestfriend, go bestfriend
Ay, teacher said you'll never make it
Turn my textbook to a checkbook
I put food on the table
And I did that without a cookbook
I'm rich and they f*cking hate it
And while they looking mad, I'm just looking good
Huh, aye, and while they looking mad, I'm just looking good
Pull up, beat the block like a ass whoopin'
Stash box, keep the stash in it, racks in it
Bought that bitch a Fashion Nova dress just to see her ass in it
Twerk for my Instagram
She just got a hundred missed calls, it's her man, damn
Oh that's your nigga now, huh?
Said you wasn't with him, now you with him now, huh?
Things different now, huh?
You committed now, huh?
Guess I can't hit it how I hit now, huh?
Well, hit me when ya nigga ain't around
There's money to be made bitch, I won't wait around
I flex on her for fun, but I do not play around
"S" on my chest and I keep a cape around
Gang gang with me, yeah I keep like eight around
Even when you think they ain't around, they around
Woah, woah, woah, we ain't playing fair
Oh no, no, you don't want to take it there
Thinkin' 'bout my next move in my thinking chair
This chip is on my shoulder and it's stayin' there
'Cause I been through a lot of bull
And they can't stand me 'cause I'm misunderstood
And I need a bad bitch just to give her good good
And girl, I like to eat, I hope you like to cook, cook
Used to get the work from my cousin, WupWup
What up five, free the guys out the woop woop
Teacher said you'll never make it
Turn my textbook to a checkbook
I put food on the table
And I did that without a cookbook
I'm rich and they f*cking hate it
And while they looking mad, I'm just looking good
Ay, I feel like flexin'
Bitches call my phone, don't feel like texting
My Louis clothes that's French, that's what I'm dressed in
Dior my cologne, she said my scent is her obsession
I became possessive, soon as the money came in my possession
I'm selfish, no question
My alarm is set to every second, no restin'
My haters spend a lot of time with me, I'm they bestfriend
I'm they bestfriend
Go bestfriend, go bestfriend, go bestfriend, go bestfriend, go bestfriend
Ay, teacher said you'll never make it
Turn my textbook to a checkbook
I put food on the table
And I did that without a cookbook
I'm rich and they f*cking hate it
And while they looking mad, I'm just looking good
Huh, aye, and while they looking mad, I'm just looking good
Writer: Anthony Barfield, Antwan Thompson, Katorah Marrero, Orrin Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
The Lyfestyle
Whoo
Whoo
Aye yo man, I feel like I've been humble too long, man
I'm too humble, man (whoo)
F*ck all that humble shit, uh
Uh, f*ck bein' humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle (skrrt)
Baby, I just wanna f*ck you
Grabbin' on your bubble, pullin' on your frontal
Then it's back to the hustle (huh?)
F*ck bein' humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle (whoo)
Hot sauce on the Ruffles (whoo)
Gang gang out the jungle (gang)
.30 Glock, we a couple (glitt)
More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (whoo)
Gotta get it by any means
Barely hope but got plenty dreams
Turtle to a rabbit (huh?)
Even when I walk, still in the lead
You lil' niggas better take it ease (huh?)
Treatin' life like "Baby Boy"
Give her head, then I take the keys (whoo)
Bend the block like she bend her knees (skrrt)
My presence speak for me, I don't even gotta say a word (shh)
My hitta sweep for me, all I gotta do is say the word (glitt)
Used to hustle out the Chevy Cruise, couldn't play the curb (skrrt)
The game will teach you a lot, but you gotta play to learn (facts)
Paper cuts when I count it up (huh?)
Skyscrapers when I pile it up (huh?)
Double cup when I brown it up (huh?)
I'm a queen, nigga, crown me up (huh?)
I'm a queen, nigga, crown me up (huh?)
I'm a queen, nigga, crown me up (huh?)
I'm a queen, nigga, crown me up
F*ck bein' humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle (skrrt)
Baby, I just wanna f*ck you
Grabbin' on your bubble, pullin' on your frontal
Then it's back to the hustle (huh?)
F*ck bein' humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle (whoo)
Hot sauce on the Ruffles (whoo)
Gang gang out the jungle (gang)
.30 Glock, we a couple (glitt)
More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (whoo)
I'm motivation for my people (yes)
Yeah we different, but we equal (yes)
Eye to eye with the real (huh?)
The fake niggas I can see through (huh?)
I hate payin' bills
Yeah I'm rich, but I'm cheap, too (uh)
Food stamps out the Key Food (yeah)
Oh well, man, that's free food
Yeah
I can't change
I can't change my ways
Yes my wrist lit, and yes I'm rich, bitch
And that's word to Rick James (I'm rich, bitch)
I stay in my lane (skrrt)
I drink away my pain (yes)
Matter of fact, pass me that bottle
I need to pour up
F*ck bein' humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle (skrrt)
Baby, I just wanna f*ck you
Grabbin' on your bubble, pullin' on your frontal
Then it's back to the hustle (huh?)
F*ck bein' humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle (whoo)
Hot sauce on the Ruffles (whoo)
Gang gang out the jungle (gang)
.30 Glock, we a couple (glitt)
More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (whoo)
Whoo
Aye yo man, I feel like I've been humble too long, man
I'm too humble, man (whoo)
F*ck all that humble shit, uh
Uh, f*ck bein' humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle (skrrt)
Baby, I just wanna f*ck you
Grabbin' on your bubble, pullin' on your frontal
Then it's back to the hustle (huh?)
F*ck bein' humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle (whoo)
Hot sauce on the Ruffles (whoo)
Gang gang out the jungle (gang)
.30 Glock, we a couple (glitt)
More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (whoo)
Gotta get it by any means
Barely hope but got plenty dreams
Turtle to a rabbit (huh?)
Even when I walk, still in the lead
You lil' niggas better take it ease (huh?)
Treatin' life like "Baby Boy"
Give her head, then I take the keys (whoo)
Bend the block like she bend her knees (skrrt)
My presence speak for me, I don't even gotta say a word (shh)
My hitta sweep for me, all I gotta do is say the word (glitt)
Used to hustle out the Chevy Cruise, couldn't play the curb (skrrt)
The game will teach you a lot, but you gotta play to learn (facts)
Paper cuts when I count it up (huh?)
Skyscrapers when I pile it up (huh?)
Double cup when I brown it up (huh?)
I'm a queen, nigga, crown me up (huh?)
I'm a queen, nigga, crown me up (huh?)
I'm a queen, nigga, crown me up (huh?)
I'm a queen, nigga, crown me up
F*ck bein' humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle (skrrt)
Baby, I just wanna f*ck you
Grabbin' on your bubble, pullin' on your frontal
Then it's back to the hustle (huh?)
F*ck bein' humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle (whoo)
Hot sauce on the Ruffles (whoo)
Gang gang out the jungle (gang)
.30 Glock, we a couple (glitt)
More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (whoo)
I'm motivation for my people (yes)
Yeah we different, but we equal (yes)
Eye to eye with the real (huh?)
The fake niggas I can see through (huh?)
I hate payin' bills
Yeah I'm rich, but I'm cheap, too (uh)
Food stamps out the Key Food (yeah)
Oh well, man, that's free food
Yeah
I can't change
I can't change my ways
Yes my wrist lit, and yes I'm rich, bitch
And that's word to Rick James (I'm rich, bitch)
I stay in my lane (skrrt)
I drink away my pain (yes)
Matter of fact, pass me that bottle
I need to pour up
F*ck bein' humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle (skrrt)
Baby, I just wanna f*ck you
Grabbin' on your bubble, pullin' on your frontal
Then it's back to the hustle (huh?)
F*ck bein' humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle (whoo)
Hot sauce on the Ruffles (whoo)
Gang gang out the jungle (gang)
.30 Glock, we a couple (glitt)
More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (whoo)
Writer: Katorah Marrero, Matthew Jacobson
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Smoove Kriminal
Smooth ass nigga, man
I'm a smooth criminal
And when you say my name, use two syllables (M.A.)
I'm finna get some money, what are you finna do?
My jewelry so sick, I need a new physical (whoo, whoo, whoo)
I don't even want her if she too typical (no)
The woman of my dreams will be a true miracle (true)
Don't got time for love because it's too difficult
I can tell you 'bout my past, but it's just too critical (damn)
Don't like a lot of people, they be too miserable (true)
Drama, drama, drama, it's just too pitiful (true)
This industry is fake, it's just too fictional (damn)
I can school your favorite rappers, I'm your new principal
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) ha ha
Uh, I'm a smooth criminal (aye)
I'm a sexy-ass, cocky individual (that's right)
And I'm stubborn, grudge-holdin, unforgivable (unforgivable)
I'm forever in your heart, unforgettable (unforgettable)
I drink champagne for breakfast when I feel the pressure (that's what I do)
I kick women out my house when they bein' extra (that's what I do)
I always learn the hard way when I learn a lesson (what I do)
Even when I'm wrong, I'm right, don't need no correction (that's right, aye)
Smooth with it, and I'm cool with it (and I'm cool with it)
And you won't know I move with it, when I move with it (when I move)
New AP, I just put a pool in it (I put a pool in it)
With the white face, like I put a moon in it (I put a moon in it)
Porsche, Porsche with the horse, vroom, vroom in it (skrrt)
When the cops "whoop, whoop", zoom, zoom in it (skrrt)
Never snitchin', you would never hear, "You did it" (no)
Tell the pig, "Oh, we don't know who did it" (we don't know!)
I had a lot of bad days, needed better days (uh huh)
Why the hate never leave? Love never stays (never stays)
I'm in the bank, in my bag, arm in my waist (in my waist)
I'm in my bag and my business, oh, I'm in my lane (in my lane)
I stay away from it, I went and got my groceries
And I made somethin' (I made somethin')
And if I had to change somethin', I won't change nothin' (change, no)
And if they try to take somethin', I'ma spray somethin'
And I'ma lay somethin' (brr)
'Cause
Uh, I'm a smooth criminal (ooh)
I'm a sexy-ass, cocky individual (that's what I do)
And I'm stubborn, grudge-holdin', unforgivable (unforgivable)
I'm forever in your heart, unforgettable (unforgettable)
I drink champagne for breakfast when I feel the pressure (that's what I do)
I kick women out my house when they bein' extra (that's what I do)
I always learn the hard way when I learn a lesson (that's what I do)
Even when I'm wrong, I'm right, don't need no correction (I don't need it)
No
Moon-walkin' on the hater, aye, aye (moon-walkin', watch out, watch out)
Moon-walkin' on the hater, aye (ooh, watch out, watch out, watch out)
Moon-walkin' to the paper, aye (ooh, watch out for my money, hey)
I'm moon-walkin' on the hater, aye, aye
I'm a smooth criminal
I'm a sexy-ass, cocky individual
And I'm stubborn, grudge-holdin', unforgivable
I'm forever in your heart, unforgettable
I drink champagne for breakfast when I feel the pressure
I kick women out my house when they bein' extra
I always learn the hard way when I learn a lesson
Even when I'm wrong, I'm right, don't need no correction
I'm a smooth criminal
And when you say my name, use two syllables (M.A.)
I'm finna get some money, what are you finna do?
My jewelry so sick, I need a new physical (whoo, whoo, whoo)
I don't even want her if she too typical (no)
The woman of my dreams will be a true miracle (true)
Don't got time for love because it's too difficult
I can tell you 'bout my past, but it's just too critical (damn)
Don't like a lot of people, they be too miserable (true)
Drama, drama, drama, it's just too pitiful (true)
This industry is fake, it's just too fictional (damn)
I can school your favorite rappers, I'm your new principal
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) ha ha
Uh, I'm a smooth criminal (aye)
I'm a sexy-ass, cocky individual (that's right)
And I'm stubborn, grudge-holdin, unforgivable (unforgivable)
I'm forever in your heart, unforgettable (unforgettable)
I drink champagne for breakfast when I feel the pressure (that's what I do)
I kick women out my house when they bein' extra (that's what I do)
I always learn the hard way when I learn a lesson (what I do)
Even when I'm wrong, I'm right, don't need no correction (that's right, aye)
Smooth with it, and I'm cool with it (and I'm cool with it)
And you won't know I move with it, when I move with it (when I move)
New AP, I just put a pool in it (I put a pool in it)
With the white face, like I put a moon in it (I put a moon in it)
Porsche, Porsche with the horse, vroom, vroom in it (skrrt)
When the cops "whoop, whoop", zoom, zoom in it (skrrt)
Never snitchin', you would never hear, "You did it" (no)
Tell the pig, "Oh, we don't know who did it" (we don't know!)
I had a lot of bad days, needed better days (uh huh)
Why the hate never leave? Love never stays (never stays)
I'm in the bank, in my bag, arm in my waist (in my waist)
I'm in my bag and my business, oh, I'm in my lane (in my lane)
I stay away from it, I went and got my groceries
And I made somethin' (I made somethin')
And if I had to change somethin', I won't change nothin' (change, no)
And if they try to take somethin', I'ma spray somethin'
And I'ma lay somethin' (brr)
'Cause
Uh, I'm a smooth criminal (ooh)
I'm a sexy-ass, cocky individual (that's what I do)
And I'm stubborn, grudge-holdin', unforgivable (unforgivable)
I'm forever in your heart, unforgettable (unforgettable)
I drink champagne for breakfast when I feel the pressure (that's what I do)
I kick women out my house when they bein' extra (that's what I do)
I always learn the hard way when I learn a lesson (that's what I do)
Even when I'm wrong, I'm right, don't need no correction (I don't need it)
No
Moon-walkin' on the hater, aye, aye (moon-walkin', watch out, watch out)
Moon-walkin' on the hater, aye (ooh, watch out, watch out, watch out)
Moon-walkin' to the paper, aye (ooh, watch out for my money, hey)
I'm moon-walkin' on the hater, aye, aye
I'm a smooth criminal
I'm a sexy-ass, cocky individual
And I'm stubborn, grudge-holdin', unforgivable
I'm forever in your heart, unforgettable
I drink champagne for breakfast when I feel the pressure
I kick women out my house when they bein' extra
I always learn the hard way when I learn a lesson
Even when I'm wrong, I'm right, don't need no correction
Writer: Antwan Thompson, Katorah Marrero
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Stubborn Ass
Like, what's wrong with you man?
I don't understand, like
I say one thing, you got something to say after that
I'm trying to talk to you, you don't want to talk
Like, come on man
Uh, doing shit for attention won't get my attention
Instead of hitting me up you do shit with intentions
I thought we was grown
Like, who are you kidding?
I guess trying to make it work now is out of commission, huh?
Compromise
Don't make selfish decisions
Admit when you're wrong
The only way we can fix it
But you doing that is like Mission Impossible
Like it's hard, like it's logical
Like you going through obstacles
Trust me it's easy, it's like eating a Popsicle
It's like tying a shoe
Easy as buying shoes
You get me? You get the point that I'm trying to prove?
'Cause admitting you wrong is like pulling a tooth
That's still in the root that ain't even loose
Oh, and you love to assume
And instead of confronting me
It's this big elephant inside of the room
Now you don't speak, now you a mute
So used to holding your feelings in
Now your mind is immune
Your heart is hurting
Your body is confused
You rather be stubborn
Than sit and confront it
Come on, like we gotta improve
That's not even cool
Talk, even when you not in the mood
This is love, gotta apply by the rules
You leaving now is like a twelfth grader deciding to drop out of school
That's like being dumb and a fool
Sweeping shit under the rug
F*ck that, I'm breaking the broom
With your stubborn ass
Such a stubborn ass
You lucky I f*cking love your ass
With your stubborn ass
Such a stubborn ass
Come here rub my head
While I rub your ass
One minute you love me
The next minute you hate me
This is Nascar love, you driving me crazy
We gotta take it slow
Like we driving Ms Daisy
If I say that they roses you say that they daisies
This is not a competition
I'm not your opposition
You say don't call you a bitch, but you bitching
Instead of being defensive, just take a moment to listen
As soon as you can't take the heat
You walk your ass out the kitchen
Speaking of kitchen, I see a sink full of dishes I didn't wash
After you cooked dinner, that pissed you off
I should have took out the trash before I walked out the house
You right, I guess this the small shit you be talking about
But what about the make-up that's all over the bathroom
And when I'm 'sleep that's when you decide you want to turn on the vacuum
When I'm mad and I grab you, you say I'm trying to attack you
Like you ain't just swing on me
Bitch, I'm trying to relax you
It's never good when I'm mad and you mad too
We both act a fool like kids when the teacher not in the classroom
Now we both in a bad mood and that never mixes well
Like a stomach and bad food, girl we bad news, huh
With your stubborn ass
Such a stubborn ass
You lucky I f*cking love your ass
With your stubborn ass
Such a stubborn ass
Come here rub my head
While I rub your ass
Stubborn ass
You lucky I f*cking love your ass
Come here let me touch your ass
Stubborn ass
I don't understand, like
I say one thing, you got something to say after that
I'm trying to talk to you, you don't want to talk
Like, come on man
Uh, doing shit for attention won't get my attention
Instead of hitting me up you do shit with intentions
I thought we was grown
Like, who are you kidding?
I guess trying to make it work now is out of commission, huh?
Compromise
Don't make selfish decisions
Admit when you're wrong
The only way we can fix it
But you doing that is like Mission Impossible
Like it's hard, like it's logical
Like you going through obstacles
Trust me it's easy, it's like eating a Popsicle
It's like tying a shoe
Easy as buying shoes
You get me? You get the point that I'm trying to prove?
'Cause admitting you wrong is like pulling a tooth
That's still in the root that ain't even loose
Oh, and you love to assume
And instead of confronting me
It's this big elephant inside of the room
Now you don't speak, now you a mute
So used to holding your feelings in
Now your mind is immune
Your heart is hurting
Your body is confused
You rather be stubborn
Than sit and confront it
Come on, like we gotta improve
That's not even cool
Talk, even when you not in the mood
This is love, gotta apply by the rules
You leaving now is like a twelfth grader deciding to drop out of school
That's like being dumb and a fool
Sweeping shit under the rug
F*ck that, I'm breaking the broom
With your stubborn ass
Such a stubborn ass
You lucky I f*cking love your ass
With your stubborn ass
Such a stubborn ass
Come here rub my head
While I rub your ass
One minute you love me
The next minute you hate me
This is Nascar love, you driving me crazy
We gotta take it slow
Like we driving Ms Daisy
If I say that they roses you say that they daisies
This is not a competition
I'm not your opposition
You say don't call you a bitch, but you bitching
Instead of being defensive, just take a moment to listen
As soon as you can't take the heat
You walk your ass out the kitchen
Speaking of kitchen, I see a sink full of dishes I didn't wash
After you cooked dinner, that pissed you off
I should have took out the trash before I walked out the house
You right, I guess this the small shit you be talking about
But what about the make-up that's all over the bathroom
And when I'm 'sleep that's when you decide you want to turn on the vacuum
When I'm mad and I grab you, you say I'm trying to attack you
Like you ain't just swing on me
Bitch, I'm trying to relax you
It's never good when I'm mad and you mad too
We both act a fool like kids when the teacher not in the classroom
Now we both in a bad mood and that never mixes well
Like a stomach and bad food, girl we bad news, huh
With your stubborn ass
Such a stubborn ass
You lucky I f*cking love your ass
With your stubborn ass
Such a stubborn ass
Come here rub my head
While I rub your ass
Stubborn ass
You lucky I f*cking love your ass
Come here let me touch your ass
Stubborn ass
Writer: Jordan Lewis, Katorah Marrero, Marvin Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
RNID
Oh
F*ck it, you can keep that
I'm smacked
Yeah, I'm smacked
Aye, yeah, uh
Queen shit (oh)
I got everything I need, but still I need shit (oh)
I'm about my business now, f*ck all that street shit (oh)
I just mind my business, I don't hear or see shit (oh)
She with you, but she still stalk me on some creep shit (oh)
It's easy to get that bread, but damn, it's hard to keep shit (oh)
Uh, I keep it a hunnit every time, that G shit
Life is just a ho in disguise and that's some deep shit
Uh, queen shit, uh
I'm a side outside
Call the po-po, ho (call the po-po)
Call the po-po, ho (call the po-po)
Call the po-po, ho (ooh)
Back on that bull (bull)
Still wishin' you would (wishin' you would)
I'm in your hood (hood)
I heard you ain't got no pull (ain't got no pull)
I can't save you, ho
I did whatever I could (did whatever I could)
Aye girl, chase that bag (chase that bag)
You did whatever you should (you did whatever you should)
I can't play no club, you talkin' free
you can't talk to me, you know (can't talk to me)
She don't date no scrub, she don't date for free
She don't date for free (she don't date for free)
Uh
Gotta have rich nigga ID (gotta have what?)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (gotta have what?)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (gotta have rich nigga ID, ooh)
Gotta have lit nigga ID (gotta have lit nigga ID)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (gotta have lit nigga ID)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (whoo)
Walk out the bank (whoo), uh, count out the Franks (whoo)
Ain't no complaints (whoo), Louboutin with the Saint (whoo)
I do what you can't do, gorillas and apes (whoo)
Straight out from the gate (ooh), real niggas walkin' through
Get out the way (whoo), Off-White, yellow tape (ooh)
Hop out the tank (whoo), speakers on crank (whoo)
Rockin' my chain (whoo)
Self-made, self-made (whoo)
Pretty and paid (whoo)
I keep a gun with the shank, too (too)
Aye, so don't you try me (don't you try me)
Uh, don't you try me (don't you try me)
Ain't gotta ask about me (gotta ask about me)
They know who I be (know who I be)
Let nothin' get by me (ooh)
Oh, Talib Kweli (oh, Talib Kweli)
She ain't my main squeeze
That's just my side piece (that's my side piece)
I got the pinky ring matching my watch piece (my watch piece)
Stick to your sports, sporty, you ain't in my league
You don't hold no weight (don't hold no weight)
Your bank account, yo no sé (uh)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (gotta have what?)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (gotta have what?)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (gotta have rich nigga ID, ooh)
Gotta have lit nigga ID (whoo)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (ooh)
Gotta have lit nigga ID (ooh)
Queen shit (ooh)
I got everything I need, but still I need shit (oh)
I'm about my business now, f*ck all that street shit (oh)
I just mind my business, I don't hear or see shit (oh)
Yeah, she with you, but she still stalk me on some creep shit (oh)
Yeah, it's easy to get that bread, but damn, it's hard to keep shit (oh)
But I keep it a hunnit every time, that G shit's (oh)
Life is just a ho in disguise and that's some deep shit (oh)
Uh, queen shit, uh
(Call the po-po, ho)
Uh, call the po-po, ho
Call the po-po, ho
Ha, one trick (ooh, ooh)
Ooh
Let's get it
I have to burp again
Ha ha
F*ck it, you can keep that
I'm smacked
Yeah, I'm smacked
Aye, yeah, uh
Queen shit (oh)
I got everything I need, but still I need shit (oh)
I'm about my business now, f*ck all that street shit (oh)
I just mind my business, I don't hear or see shit (oh)
She with you, but she still stalk me on some creep shit (oh)
It's easy to get that bread, but damn, it's hard to keep shit (oh)
Uh, I keep it a hunnit every time, that G shit
Life is just a ho in disguise and that's some deep shit
Uh, queen shit, uh
I'm a side outside
Call the po-po, ho (call the po-po)
Call the po-po, ho (call the po-po)
Call the po-po, ho (ooh)
Back on that bull (bull)
Still wishin' you would (wishin' you would)
I'm in your hood (hood)
I heard you ain't got no pull (ain't got no pull)
I can't save you, ho
I did whatever I could (did whatever I could)
Aye girl, chase that bag (chase that bag)
You did whatever you should (you did whatever you should)
I can't play no club, you talkin' free
you can't talk to me, you know (can't talk to me)
She don't date no scrub, she don't date for free
She don't date for free (she don't date for free)
Uh
Gotta have rich nigga ID (gotta have what?)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (gotta have what?)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (gotta have rich nigga ID, ooh)
Gotta have lit nigga ID (gotta have lit nigga ID)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (gotta have lit nigga ID)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (whoo)
Walk out the bank (whoo), uh, count out the Franks (whoo)
Ain't no complaints (whoo), Louboutin with the Saint (whoo)
I do what you can't do, gorillas and apes (whoo)
Straight out from the gate (ooh), real niggas walkin' through
Get out the way (whoo), Off-White, yellow tape (ooh)
Hop out the tank (whoo), speakers on crank (whoo)
Rockin' my chain (whoo)
Self-made, self-made (whoo)
Pretty and paid (whoo)
I keep a gun with the shank, too (too)
Aye, so don't you try me (don't you try me)
Uh, don't you try me (don't you try me)
Ain't gotta ask about me (gotta ask about me)
They know who I be (know who I be)
Let nothin' get by me (ooh)
Oh, Talib Kweli (oh, Talib Kweli)
She ain't my main squeeze
That's just my side piece (that's my side piece)
I got the pinky ring matching my watch piece (my watch piece)
Stick to your sports, sporty, you ain't in my league
You don't hold no weight (don't hold no weight)
Your bank account, yo no sé (uh)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (gotta have what?)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (gotta have what?)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (gotta have rich nigga ID, ooh)
Gotta have lit nigga ID (whoo)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (ooh)
Gotta have lit nigga ID (ooh)
Queen shit (ooh)
I got everything I need, but still I need shit (oh)
I'm about my business now, f*ck all that street shit (oh)
I just mind my business, I don't hear or see shit (oh)
Yeah, she with you, but she still stalk me on some creep shit (oh)
Yeah, it's easy to get that bread, but damn, it's hard to keep shit (oh)
But I keep it a hunnit every time, that G shit's (oh)
Life is just a ho in disguise and that's some deep shit (oh)
Uh, queen shit, uh
(Call the po-po, ho)
Uh, call the po-po, ho
Call the po-po, ho
Ha, one trick (ooh, ooh)
Ooh
Let's get it
I have to burp again
Ha ha
Writer: Antwan Thompson, Katorah Marrero
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave
She Like Im Like
Hmm (she like)
Why you don't love me? Uh
Why you ain't call me?
Why you insult me?
Why you ain't home? Why you at a party? (I'm like)
Why you with them hoes that be talkin' on the phone
With another man talkin' 'bout they man?
Them hoes that gotta lot of kids
But they ain't got no money and they ain't got no plans? (She like)
I asked you a question, so answer my question
'Cause them the same hoes you impressin'
Type of shit you be on? And you all on your phone
Now, um, who the f*ck are we textin' (I'm like)
Girl, I love you
Them hoes is below you, put no one above you
You know what it is
Now take off them pants, let me rub on your bubble (ooh)
Ooh, ooh, uh
Going back and forth like ping-pong
Give her this ding-dong she can go up
I'ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin', I ain't never leavin'
Why even trip? (She like)
I wanna go shopping (aye)
New Gucci just dropped and I wanna go cop it (aye)
Heard the purses is poppin' (aye)
And bae, get the blicky, 'cause niggas be plottin' (I'm like)
You know that I got it
Deposit the check, then withdraw the deposit
You my Pocahontas (aye)
Now check your Chanel, twenty bands in the pocket (she like)
Thank you, lil' daddy
I know I be snappy, don't mean to be catty
But bitches be tryin' they luck
Like I won't knuck ya buck, like I won't pull up gladly (I'm like)
They just be aggy 'cause they cannot have me
Them hoes don't be happy
Call them hoes mani-pedi
Now grab on this, uh, while I grab on your fatty
Ooh, ooh, uh
Going back and forth like ping-pong
Give her this ding-dong she can go up
I'ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin', I ain't never leavin'
Why even trip?
Hmm, aye (aye), aye (aye)
Uh, Bonnie f*ck a Clyde, this a homicide
When we come outside
Here we come, arrived
She gon' ride or die
I'ma ride or die
The lie detector said, "That is not a lie"
Yeah
And that is no surprise
I throw up the five, she throw up the five (suwoop)
Yeah
Trigger smoke, get high
But do not drink and drive
My chick know she fine
I would die for mine
Don't get out of line (glitt)
Yeah
We don't dine and dash, but we wine and dine
Vodka with the lime
She be drippin' sauce, I be drippin' slime
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Going back and forth like ping-pong
Give her this ding-dong she can go up
I'ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin', I ain't never leavin'
Why even trip? (Why even trip?)
What'd you say?
(Aye) why even trip?
I go hard like King Kong
Give her this ding dong
She can go up
I'ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin', I ain't never leavin'
Why even trip? (Why even trip?)
I just go run some checks, bae
Let's just go on some trips, bae
Like, why even trip, bae?
Let's just go on some trips, bae
We on a ship, bae
'Cause we on our shit, bae
Like why even trip, bae?
Let's just go on some trips, bae
Yeah, uh (baby)
Going back and forth like ping-pong
Give her this ding-dong she can go up
I'ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin', I ain't never leavin'
Why even trip, like? (Why even trip?)
Nah mean?
Why you don't love me? Uh
Why you ain't call me?
Why you insult me?
Why you ain't home? Why you at a party? (I'm like)
Why you with them hoes that be talkin' on the phone
With another man talkin' 'bout they man?
Them hoes that gotta lot of kids
But they ain't got no money and they ain't got no plans? (She like)
I asked you a question, so answer my question
'Cause them the same hoes you impressin'
Type of shit you be on? And you all on your phone
Now, um, who the f*ck are we textin' (I'm like)
Girl, I love you
Them hoes is below you, put no one above you
You know what it is
Now take off them pants, let me rub on your bubble (ooh)
Ooh, ooh, uh
Going back and forth like ping-pong
Give her this ding-dong she can go up
I'ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin', I ain't never leavin'
Why even trip? (She like)
I wanna go shopping (aye)
New Gucci just dropped and I wanna go cop it (aye)
Heard the purses is poppin' (aye)
And bae, get the blicky, 'cause niggas be plottin' (I'm like)
You know that I got it
Deposit the check, then withdraw the deposit
You my Pocahontas (aye)
Now check your Chanel, twenty bands in the pocket (she like)
Thank you, lil' daddy
I know I be snappy, don't mean to be catty
But bitches be tryin' they luck
Like I won't knuck ya buck, like I won't pull up gladly (I'm like)
They just be aggy 'cause they cannot have me
Them hoes don't be happy
Call them hoes mani-pedi
Now grab on this, uh, while I grab on your fatty
Ooh, ooh, uh
Going back and forth like ping-pong
Give her this ding-dong she can go up
I'ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin', I ain't never leavin'
Why even trip?
Hmm, aye (aye), aye (aye)
Uh, Bonnie f*ck a Clyde, this a homicide
When we come outside
Here we come, arrived
She gon' ride or die
I'ma ride or die
The lie detector said, "That is not a lie"
Yeah
And that is no surprise
I throw up the five, she throw up the five (suwoop)
Yeah
Trigger smoke, get high
But do not drink and drive
My chick know she fine
I would die for mine
Don't get out of line (glitt)
Yeah
We don't dine and dash, but we wine and dine
Vodka with the lime
She be drippin' sauce, I be drippin' slime
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Going back and forth like ping-pong
Give her this ding-dong she can go up
I'ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin', I ain't never leavin'
Why even trip? (Why even trip?)
What'd you say?
(Aye) why even trip?
I go hard like King Kong
Give her this ding dong
She can go up
I'ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin', I ain't never leavin'
Why even trip? (Why even trip?)
I just go run some checks, bae
Let's just go on some trips, bae
Like, why even trip, bae?
Let's just go on some trips, bae
We on a ship, bae
'Cause we on our shit, bae
Like why even trip, bae?
Let's just go on some trips, bae
Yeah, uh (baby)
Going back and forth like ping-pong
Give her this ding-dong she can go up
I'ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin', I ain't never leavin'
Why even trip, like? (Why even trip?)
Nah mean?
Writer: Anthoney Barfield, Antwan Thompson, Katorah Marrero, Orrin Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Numb
Yo
How you gon' f*ck with my pride?
How you gon' f*ck with my mind?
How you gon' make me go numb?
Bitch, you gon' make me go dumb
Big smoke pokin' my lungs
Big drink, yak, no rum
Had to get away with my sons
Had to get away with my dons
It's so hard, Big Pun
I don't wanna be a player, Big Pun
I don't wanna be around no one
Gimme a drink and I'm on one
With the boys, sip a cold one
Hit the road like a roadrunner
She don't love me but the hoes love her
Cupid tryna take her soul from her
Yeah, f*ck love, f*ck love
I don't wanna love, I don't wanna love
I just wanna take these drugs, yeah
I just wanna take these drugs, yeah
Take these drugs and go numb
I just wanna go numb, numb, numb
Numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb
I just wanna go numb
I don't wanna feel nothin', nothin', nothin'
Nothin', nothin', nothin' (I don't wanna feel nothin')
I don't wanna feel nothin', no
How you gon' f*ck with my heart?
You play with my heart like darts
You broke my heart into parts (yeah)
How you gon' stop what we start? (Damn)
How you gon' break what we build? (Build)
How you know this wasn't real? (Real)
I know you feel what I feel (feelin')
You turned my heart into steel
I feel like I'm Jack and I'm Jill (feel like I'm Jack and I'm Jill)
Tryna get over this hill (tryna get over this hill)
No, I'm not poppin' no pills (no, I'm not poppin' no pills)
I just smoke weed and I chill (I just smoke weed and I chill)
Yeah, I was tellin' you lies (I was tellin' you lies)
Yeah, I f*cked up sometimes (times)
But why would you f*ck with my pride? (Why would you?)
Why would you f*ck with my mind? (Why would you f*ck with my mind?)
I know I wasn't right, but I tried
I know I wasn't right, yeah
I know I wasn't right, but I tried
I know I wasn't right, but I
I know I wasn't right, but I tried (I know I wasn't right)
I know I wasn't right, but I tried, yeah
When they tell you it's up, better hide, yeah
When they tell you it's up, better hide
When they tell you it's up, better hide
When they tell you it's up, better hide
But you'll see the truth in my eyes (swear you'll see the truth)
Yeah, f*ck love, f*ck love
I don't wanna love, I don't wanna love
I just wanna take these drugs, yeah
I just wanna take these drugs
Take these drugs and go numb
Yeah, I don't wanna feel nothin'
Yeah, yeah, I don't wanna feel nothin'
Yeah, yeah, I don't wanna feel nothin'
Yeah, take these drugs and go numb
I just wanna go numb, numb, numb
Numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb
How you gon' f*ck with my pride?
How you gon' f*ck with my mind?
How you gon' make me go numb?
Bitch, you gon' make me go dumb
Big smoke pokin' my lungs
Big drink, yak, no rum
Had to get away with my sons
Had to get away with my dons
It's so hard, Big Pun
I don't wanna be a player, Big Pun
I don't wanna be around no one
Gimme a drink and I'm on one
With the boys, sip a cold one
Hit the road like a roadrunner
She don't love me but the hoes love her
Cupid tryna take her soul from her
Yeah, f*ck love, f*ck love
I don't wanna love, I don't wanna love
I just wanna take these drugs, yeah
I just wanna take these drugs, yeah
Take these drugs and go numb
I just wanna go numb, numb, numb
Numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb
I just wanna go numb
I don't wanna feel nothin', nothin', nothin'
Nothin', nothin', nothin' (I don't wanna feel nothin')
I don't wanna feel nothin', no
How you gon' f*ck with my heart?
You play with my heart like darts
You broke my heart into parts (yeah)
How you gon' stop what we start? (Damn)
How you gon' break what we build? (Build)
How you know this wasn't real? (Real)
I know you feel what I feel (feelin')
You turned my heart into steel
I feel like I'm Jack and I'm Jill (feel like I'm Jack and I'm Jill)
Tryna get over this hill (tryna get over this hill)
No, I'm not poppin' no pills (no, I'm not poppin' no pills)
I just smoke weed and I chill (I just smoke weed and I chill)
Yeah, I was tellin' you lies (I was tellin' you lies)
Yeah, I f*cked up sometimes (times)
But why would you f*ck with my pride? (Why would you?)
Why would you f*ck with my mind? (Why would you f*ck with my mind?)
I know I wasn't right, but I tried
I know I wasn't right, yeah
I know I wasn't right, but I tried
I know I wasn't right, but I
I know I wasn't right, but I tried (I know I wasn't right)
I know I wasn't right, but I tried, yeah
When they tell you it's up, better hide, yeah
When they tell you it's up, better hide
When they tell you it's up, better hide
When they tell you it's up, better hide
But you'll see the truth in my eyes (swear you'll see the truth)
Yeah, f*ck love, f*ck love
I don't wanna love, I don't wanna love
I just wanna take these drugs, yeah
I just wanna take these drugs
Take these drugs and go numb
Yeah, I don't wanna feel nothin'
Yeah, yeah, I don't wanna feel nothin'
Yeah, yeah, I don't wanna feel nothin'
Yeah, take these drugs and go numb
I just wanna go numb, numb, numb
Numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb
Writer: Anthony Barfield, Antwan Thompson, Katorah Marrero, Orrin Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Bipolar
What you want from me?
Tell me what you want
I don't need this, I need a blunt
I don't need love, I need luck
But I'm here and I'm stalkin'
I don't wanna argue, I just wanna f*ck
I don't wanna care, I just wanna cum
I don't wanna nag, I just wanna nut
But I'm in my feelings and it f*ckin' sucks, uh
Damn, I wish love was illegal
I don't even know how to keep you
I could never read you
Damn, I fell in love, didn't mean too
Push restart, I need a re-do
Yeah, man, I don't wanna fight
You my nigga, you my people (you my nigga, you my people)
I just want some head, baby, come and let me feed you
Yeah, uh, now get the weed and the roller
Let's just smoke, let's just blow one
Get a beer, get a cold one, uh
I just wanna work it out with you babe
'Cause I ain't get no pussy in like two days (two days)
I ain't in the mood, for your mood swings (mood swings)
Ever since I cheated, baby, you changed (you changed)
That is in the past it's a new day (it's a new day)
Let me put it in your mouth, this ain't toothpaste (toothpaste)
Damn that pussy sweeter than some Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid)
I just wanna drink until I'm woozy (woozy)
F*cking with the weed and the D'Usse
Damn, she got them hip-hips, hooray (hooray)
Hooray (hooray)
Uh, damn she got them hip-hips, hooray (hooray)
I'm just tryna drink until I'm woozy (woozy)
I'm just tryna drink until I'm woozy
(I don't even know how to keep you) woozy
(I could never read you)
I love it when that pussy on jacuzzi
Come and ride on my face like Suzuki
I ain't get no pussy in like two days
Nah, like a few days
I ain't get no pussy in a few days
Aye, what we doin', babe?
Tell me what you want
I don't need this, I need a blunt
I don't need love, I need luck
But I'm here and I'm stalkin'
I don't wanna argue, I just wanna f*ck
I don't wanna care, I just wanna cum
I don't wanna nag, I just wanna nut
But I'm in my feelings and it f*ckin' sucks, uh
Damn, I wish love was illegal
I don't even know how to keep you
I could never read you
Damn, I fell in love, didn't mean too
Push restart, I need a re-do
Yeah, man, I don't wanna fight
You my nigga, you my people (you my nigga, you my people)
I just want some head, baby, come and let me feed you
Yeah, uh, now get the weed and the roller
Let's just smoke, let's just blow one
Get a beer, get a cold one, uh
I just wanna work it out with you babe
'Cause I ain't get no pussy in like two days (two days)
I ain't in the mood, for your mood swings (mood swings)
Ever since I cheated, baby, you changed (you changed)
That is in the past it's a new day (it's a new day)
Let me put it in your mouth, this ain't toothpaste (toothpaste)
Damn that pussy sweeter than some Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid)
I just wanna drink until I'm woozy (woozy)
F*cking with the weed and the D'Usse
Damn, she got them hip-hips, hooray (hooray)
Hooray (hooray)
Uh, damn she got them hip-hips, hooray (hooray)
I'm just tryna drink until I'm woozy (woozy)
I'm just tryna drink until I'm woozy
(I don't even know how to keep you) woozy
(I could never read you)
I love it when that pussy on jacuzzi
Come and ride on my face like Suzuki
I ain't get no pussy in like two days
Nah, like a few days
I ain't get no pussy in a few days
Aye, what we doin', babe?
Writer: Katorah Marrero
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO
Bleed
Ay, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, what happened, ayy
Four years later they still sleepin' on me (sleepin' on me)
And I ain't gotta get the strap 'cause I keep it on me
It's crazy how I got a big dick without a dick, uh
It's Young M.A. don't ever let that name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon, I send my goonies to your crib and you can die inside your livin' room
If gettin' money mean you dumb then f*ck it I been a fool
And I ain't just go and get the food I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside some pussy than do this interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me since like middle school
Break up with a bitch by next week I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
Just because I put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries with a foreign chick, foreign whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreign shit
Niggas wildin' out in Paris, Colt you recordin' this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin' shit
F*ck it up on tour and shit, Rem handle the important shit
It's funny how haters throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it, nah
Uh, clear the way make room please excuse
That's a real nigga walkin' in
Ooh
Huh, it's M.A bitch
You got somethin' on your mind then say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a playpen
In other words we don't play that shit (we don't play that)
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that shit (better play that)
Hoes love me, them niggas hate that shit (hate that)
They be like ooh, I hate that bitch
Ouu but ain't they broke, and ain't I rich
Uh, ouu, ouu shake 'em off (shake 'em off)
Niggas wasn't on their job, had to lay 'em off (had to lay 'em off)
Her nigga wasn't on his job, had to break her off (had to break her off)
Three words for these hoes, take it off (take it off)
Ouu, drop panties (drop panties) no hands please (no hands please)
She don't need plan B's (don't need plan B's)
She pop' xannies (she pop' xannies) like it's candy (like it's candy)
That's why she antsy (that's why she antsy)
But she nasty (but she nasty)
And I'm a thoroughbred nigga with a attitude (with a attitude)
It's Young M.A, make sure that M and A is capital (M and A is capital)
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' like they some tappin' shoes
It was either get rich or die, I had to choose (I had to choose)
Get Rich or Die Tryin', Curtis Jackson move (Curtis Jackson move)
Bipolar, can't control her, keep a tool with me
Strapped across my shoulder 'cause my mind is like a bag of screws (bag of screws)
Huh, it's M.A bitch (M.A bitch)
Uh, you got somethin' on your mind then say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a playpen (kingpins, not a playpen)
In other words we don't play that shit (we don't play that)
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that shit (play that)
Hoes love me man, them niggas hate that shit (them niggas hate that)
They be like ouu, I hate that bitch (I hate that bitch)
Ouu, but ain't they broke, and ain't I rich (ain't I rich)
Flex, ouu Hercules (Hercules)
In this motherf*ckin' booth leavin' third degrees (third degrees)
Cookin' crack up in that stew I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the driver um, curtains please
Rich and filthy still rock silky red rose certainly (uh huh)
Black and blue, that gray one too, just copped that burgundy
I swear I try to change my ways but it ain't work for me (no)
F*ck a bitch 'cause currently, my mood is currency (my mood is currency)
Yes, and I'm, sippin' Hennessy, make sure it's privilege please
I'm countin' up, she said 'How much?' I said infinity
If I don't come for you then do not send for me
'Cause I will pop this brand new Glock and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big pimpin' spendin' G's
What I look like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't did shit for me
Can't be in my vicinity without abilities
All you haters hold my nuts and suck my dignity
Sheesh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, what happened, ayy
Four years later they still sleepin' on me (sleepin' on me)
And I ain't gotta get the strap 'cause I keep it on me
It's crazy how I got a big dick without a dick, uh
It's Young M.A. don't ever let that name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon, I send my goonies to your crib and you can die inside your livin' room
If gettin' money mean you dumb then f*ck it I been a fool
And I ain't just go and get the food I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside some pussy than do this interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me since like middle school
Break up with a bitch by next week I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
Just because I put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries with a foreign chick, foreign whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreign shit
Niggas wildin' out in Paris, Colt you recordin' this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin' shit
F*ck it up on tour and shit, Rem handle the important shit
It's funny how haters throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it, nah
Uh, clear the way make room please excuse
That's a real nigga walkin' in
Ooh
Huh, it's M.A bitch
You got somethin' on your mind then say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a playpen
In other words we don't play that shit (we don't play that)
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that shit (better play that)
Hoes love me, them niggas hate that shit (hate that)
They be like ooh, I hate that bitch
Ouu but ain't they broke, and ain't I rich
Uh, ouu, ouu shake 'em off (shake 'em off)
Niggas wasn't on their job, had to lay 'em off (had to lay 'em off)
Her nigga wasn't on his job, had to break her off (had to break her off)
Three words for these hoes, take it off (take it off)
Ouu, drop panties (drop panties) no hands please (no hands please)
She don't need plan B's (don't need plan B's)
She pop' xannies (she pop' xannies) like it's candy (like it's candy)
That's why she antsy (that's why she antsy)
But she nasty (but she nasty)
And I'm a thoroughbred nigga with a attitude (with a attitude)
It's Young M.A, make sure that M and A is capital (M and A is capital)
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' like they some tappin' shoes
It was either get rich or die, I had to choose (I had to choose)
Get Rich or Die Tryin', Curtis Jackson move (Curtis Jackson move)
Bipolar, can't control her, keep a tool with me
Strapped across my shoulder 'cause my mind is like a bag of screws (bag of screws)
Huh, it's M.A bitch (M.A bitch)
Uh, you got somethin' on your mind then say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a playpen (kingpins, not a playpen)
In other words we don't play that shit (we don't play that)
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that shit (play that)
Hoes love me man, them niggas hate that shit (them niggas hate that)
They be like ouu, I hate that bitch (I hate that bitch)
Ouu, but ain't they broke, and ain't I rich (ain't I rich)
Flex, ouu Hercules (Hercules)
In this motherf*ckin' booth leavin' third degrees (third degrees)
Cookin' crack up in that stew I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the driver um, curtains please
Rich and filthy still rock silky red rose certainly (uh huh)
Black and blue, that gray one too, just copped that burgundy
I swear I try to change my ways but it ain't work for me (no)
F*ck a bitch 'cause currently, my mood is currency (my mood is currency)
Yes, and I'm, sippin' Hennessy, make sure it's privilege please
I'm countin' up, she said 'How much?' I said infinity
If I don't come for you then do not send for me
'Cause I will pop this brand new Glock and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big pimpin' spendin' G's
What I look like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't did shit for me
Can't be in my vicinity without abilities
All you haters hold my nuts and suck my dignity
Sheesh
Writer: Katorah Kasanova Marrero
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
No Love
You've always been a good child
Come on, let's talk
No, mommy
I wasn't always a good child, mommy
Y'all niggas think I ain't come from the bottom, man
Oh, y'all think I ain't still speakin' that street shit?
Come on, man (come on)
F*ck the streets, man
The streets don't love us
Man, we livin' to die
For my fam, man, I'm willin' to die
That image of my brother layin' dead is still in my mind
You can see the pain still in my eyes
That smile you see me with, man, that shit a disguise
I ain't happy, nigga (happy)
Ain't shit sweet (no)
Seein' a young black man goin' six feet (damn)
Oh, you tough nigga (oh, you tough)
But you ten deep
I got two lions with me, you got ten sheep (pussy)
Street math, blood (huh?)
Ain't no time for no beef, I'm chasin' the bag, blood (huh?)
I left my opps in the past, blood
Ain't no bad blood (nah)
I got three eyes open, one in the back, blood (huh?)
Just in case these niggas get out of character (glitt)
I'm runnin' from police, hoppin' the banister (we out)
I'm takin' risks for my mother, just to take care of her (I love you, ma)
And you can call me a dyke, but niggas was scared of her (they was scared)
I swear my heart colder than winter in Canada (huh?)
That's why I carried the heater
Used to drink the Hennessy by the liter
I used to be at Blu crib, weighin' and baggin' the weed up (fact)
Stuff the pack in the box and brief a little bit in my sneaker
Posted up in the V, seein' the D's try and creep up
Just to harass us, just to be dickheaded bastards
Searchin' the car, tryna trap us
But can't prove that we trappers (no)
Never went to church, 'cause I believe in God, not a pastor
Yeah, the Devil work, but God work faster
I seen my brother go from human to Casper
From a bed to a casket
Tryna move on, but it's like my life goin' backwards
Life a bitch, man, I swear every nigga done smashed her
Sometimes I hate that bitch with a passion
I believe in real life
Y'all niggas believe what y'all read in the caption
We ain't tweetin', I ain't preachin'
Man, we really in action
Nothin' change, still quick to crack the egg in ya basket, motherf*cker
Ain't no love in the streets
F*ck you, if you ain't f*ckin' with me
All that love that you showin', that mean nothin' to me
I don't trust niggas, niggas be plottin' and schemin'
Really tryna rock you to sleepin'
Like why they hate a nigga for no reason?
Why they hate a nigga for no reason?
Is it because the money bustin' out the seams?
I swear there's no love in these streets
Ain't no love in these (uh)
I couldn't thank my mama enough (thank you)
She the reason I don't give up
She the reason I'm tough (I love you, ma)
She the reason if a bitch leave me, I don't give a f*ck (no)
'Cause a bitch is just a bitch and a nut is a nut
These hoes choosin' (huh?)
This world is full of fake and confusion (facts)
I'm just married to the money and committed to music (facts)
Real niggas still exist, I'm one of the few who can prove it (facts)
Loyalty nowadays is just a painted illusion
Crazy, you can have heat with the same nigga you cool with (uh)
End up shootin' the same nigga you shoot with (glitt)
Moral of the story, man, watch who you move with
'Cause that jealousy ain't nothin' to fool with (uh, uh)
Man, they left my brother dead on that pavement (on that pavement)
The same niggas he would hang with and bang with (what the f*ck?)
And we claimin' this gang shit (what?)
That's why I keep the Glock when I'm sleepin'
'Cause I don't even trust the niggas I eat with
Ain't no love in the streets
F*ck you if you ain't f*ckin' with me
All that love that you showin', that mean nothin' to me
I don't trust niggas, niggas be plottin' and schemin'
Really tryna rock you to sleepin'
Like why they hate a nigga for no reason?
Why they hate a nigga for no reason?
Is it because the money bustin' out the seams?
I swear there's no love in these streets
Ain't no love in these
Come on, let's talk
No, mommy
I wasn't always a good child, mommy
Y'all niggas think I ain't come from the bottom, man
Oh, y'all think I ain't still speakin' that street shit?
Come on, man (come on)
F*ck the streets, man
The streets don't love us
Man, we livin' to die
For my fam, man, I'm willin' to die
That image of my brother layin' dead is still in my mind
You can see the pain still in my eyes
That smile you see me with, man, that shit a disguise
I ain't happy, nigga (happy)
Ain't shit sweet (no)
Seein' a young black man goin' six feet (damn)
Oh, you tough nigga (oh, you tough)
But you ten deep
I got two lions with me, you got ten sheep (pussy)
Street math, blood (huh?)
Ain't no time for no beef, I'm chasin' the bag, blood (huh?)
I left my opps in the past, blood
Ain't no bad blood (nah)
I got three eyes open, one in the back, blood (huh?)
Just in case these niggas get out of character (glitt)
I'm runnin' from police, hoppin' the banister (we out)
I'm takin' risks for my mother, just to take care of her (I love you, ma)
And you can call me a dyke, but niggas was scared of her (they was scared)
I swear my heart colder than winter in Canada (huh?)
That's why I carried the heater
Used to drink the Hennessy by the liter
I used to be at Blu crib, weighin' and baggin' the weed up (fact)
Stuff the pack in the box and brief a little bit in my sneaker
Posted up in the V, seein' the D's try and creep up
Just to harass us, just to be dickheaded bastards
Searchin' the car, tryna trap us
But can't prove that we trappers (no)
Never went to church, 'cause I believe in God, not a pastor
Yeah, the Devil work, but God work faster
I seen my brother go from human to Casper
From a bed to a casket
Tryna move on, but it's like my life goin' backwards
Life a bitch, man, I swear every nigga done smashed her
Sometimes I hate that bitch with a passion
I believe in real life
Y'all niggas believe what y'all read in the caption
We ain't tweetin', I ain't preachin'
Man, we really in action
Nothin' change, still quick to crack the egg in ya basket, motherf*cker
Ain't no love in the streets
F*ck you, if you ain't f*ckin' with me
All that love that you showin', that mean nothin' to me
I don't trust niggas, niggas be plottin' and schemin'
Really tryna rock you to sleepin'
Like why they hate a nigga for no reason?
Why they hate a nigga for no reason?
Is it because the money bustin' out the seams?
I swear there's no love in these streets
Ain't no love in these (uh)
I couldn't thank my mama enough (thank you)
She the reason I don't give up
She the reason I'm tough (I love you, ma)
She the reason if a bitch leave me, I don't give a f*ck (no)
'Cause a bitch is just a bitch and a nut is a nut
These hoes choosin' (huh?)
This world is full of fake and confusion (facts)
I'm just married to the money and committed to music (facts)
Real niggas still exist, I'm one of the few who can prove it (facts)
Loyalty nowadays is just a painted illusion
Crazy, you can have heat with the same nigga you cool with (uh)
End up shootin' the same nigga you shoot with (glitt)
Moral of the story, man, watch who you move with
'Cause that jealousy ain't nothin' to fool with (uh, uh)
Man, they left my brother dead on that pavement (on that pavement)
The same niggas he would hang with and bang with (what the f*ck?)
And we claimin' this gang shit (what?)
That's why I keep the Glock when I'm sleepin'
'Cause I don't even trust the niggas I eat with
Ain't no love in the streets
F*ck you if you ain't f*ckin' with me
All that love that you showin', that mean nothin' to me
I don't trust niggas, niggas be plottin' and schemin'
Really tryna rock you to sleepin'
Like why they hate a nigga for no reason?
Why they hate a nigga for no reason?
Is it because the money bustin' out the seams?
I swear there's no love in these streets
Ain't no love in these
Writer: Dylan Graham, Karen Domino White, Katorah Marrero, Matthew Jacobson
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Car Confessions
This one of 'em ones man
You just in the car man, it's like when you're in the car you just
You just think about everything man
Definitely when you like, you by yourself
And you just cruising on the highway man
Yeah this, this got me thinking
Uh, I'm smoking on that cat piss
Swerving through traffic, listening to trap shit
My windows ain't tinted so niggas notice me
Four braids, Yankee fitted, yeah niggas know it's me
I'm everywhere comfortable but I'm still attentive
A young nigga with money will make niggas offended
I ain't flashy, I'm classy but ain't stupid either
Never show off to niggas that's hungry and eager
My brother's keeper, I'm loyal, it's all in my demeanor
A true believer, I believe when they didn't believe her
That's why I don't let opinions affect me
I do what I wanna do, if they do or they don't accept me
They expect me to give up, I almost did
Things went from moving fast, to slow motion
I was, losing focus, stuck on that evil potion
It was, smooth on the surface but underneath it was broken
Hoping to find hope, in this hopeless world we live in
What you give is what you're given
Gotta make wise decisions, gotta stay tunnel vision
Gotta avoid collision, keep scratching the surface, and keep yo palms itching
Gotta pay moms a visit, damn it's been awhile
I been working, she keep telling me, she miss her child
I find myself passing her house then I spin around
She say I'm always movin', ma I just can't sit around
On my ass, 'cause the cash ain't gon' come to us
When we was down who gave a dime or gave a f*ck for us
So instead of makin' it hard, I made it fun for us
Make it easy so when you need it you just run to us
But it's a lot of pressure, I'm tryna stick and move through this shit
Fixin these bumps on the road so I can just cruise through this shit
Livin' my life on the road I'm tryna get used to this shit
And when they throw dirt I just act like a broom to this shit
Tryna stay true to this shit even when they lie on me
World on my shoulders my girl can't even cry on me
God watching over me, the Devil probably spy on me
I been going through some shit, Kenneth keep an eye on me
I know it been a drought, but to my fans, don't go dry on me
If you wanna picture, take a picture, don't get shy on me
I'm here to inspire, I admire that you admire me
I been in the dark but I promise you'll see a brighter me
I'm sorry
To my supporters, man
I love you all
I just wanna say thank you
For supporting me since the day one
These motherf*cker don't wanna see me win man
I don't know why, but we gon' win anyway
Uh, I came straight out the pussy with a microphone
Boy I swear I couldn't leave that mic alone
Everybody clear the room, I like to write alone
I'm in my zone, bass bouncin' off the Styrofoam
I'm never in between I'm either hot or cold
Can't be a loser, I maneuver like I got a clone
I'm out here in these streets like I ain't got a home
And you barely hear from me like I ain't got a phone
'Cause it's no days off, it's no days off
I know it sounds a little painful but it pays off
Social sites was distracting, so I stayed off
Spoke to God then me and Satan had a face-off
I swear my life was like a rocket, then it takes off
First I plotted, then I got it, couldn't wait long
I put the pedal to the metal then took the brakes off
And I kept it A1 like the steak sauce
My paychecks used to be a pair of Jordan's and I know I can't afford 'em
But I went ahead and bought 'em
Then I quit, started slangin'
Spent my money on recordin'
Yeah the studio was small but man that shit made me a fortune
That shit made me a fortune, man
These motherf*ckers tryna stop me
Y'all can't stop me
This is forever
This shit forever, man
I mean that
F*ck 'em!
You just in the car man, it's like when you're in the car you just
You just think about everything man
Definitely when you like, you by yourself
And you just cruising on the highway man
Yeah this, this got me thinking
Uh, I'm smoking on that cat piss
Swerving through traffic, listening to trap shit
My windows ain't tinted so niggas notice me
Four braids, Yankee fitted, yeah niggas know it's me
I'm everywhere comfortable but I'm still attentive
A young nigga with money will make niggas offended
I ain't flashy, I'm classy but ain't stupid either
Never show off to niggas that's hungry and eager
My brother's keeper, I'm loyal, it's all in my demeanor
A true believer, I believe when they didn't believe her
That's why I don't let opinions affect me
I do what I wanna do, if they do or they don't accept me
They expect me to give up, I almost did
Things went from moving fast, to slow motion
I was, losing focus, stuck on that evil potion
It was, smooth on the surface but underneath it was broken
Hoping to find hope, in this hopeless world we live in
What you give is what you're given
Gotta make wise decisions, gotta stay tunnel vision
Gotta avoid collision, keep scratching the surface, and keep yo palms itching
Gotta pay moms a visit, damn it's been awhile
I been working, she keep telling me, she miss her child
I find myself passing her house then I spin around
She say I'm always movin', ma I just can't sit around
On my ass, 'cause the cash ain't gon' come to us
When we was down who gave a dime or gave a f*ck for us
So instead of makin' it hard, I made it fun for us
Make it easy so when you need it you just run to us
But it's a lot of pressure, I'm tryna stick and move through this shit
Fixin these bumps on the road so I can just cruise through this shit
Livin' my life on the road I'm tryna get used to this shit
And when they throw dirt I just act like a broom to this shit
Tryna stay true to this shit even when they lie on me
World on my shoulders my girl can't even cry on me
God watching over me, the Devil probably spy on me
I been going through some shit, Kenneth keep an eye on me
I know it been a drought, but to my fans, don't go dry on me
If you wanna picture, take a picture, don't get shy on me
I'm here to inspire, I admire that you admire me
I been in the dark but I promise you'll see a brighter me
I'm sorry
To my supporters, man
I love you all
I just wanna say thank you
For supporting me since the day one
These motherf*cker don't wanna see me win man
I don't know why, but we gon' win anyway
Uh, I came straight out the pussy with a microphone
Boy I swear I couldn't leave that mic alone
Everybody clear the room, I like to write alone
I'm in my zone, bass bouncin' off the Styrofoam
I'm never in between I'm either hot or cold
Can't be a loser, I maneuver like I got a clone
I'm out here in these streets like I ain't got a home
And you barely hear from me like I ain't got a phone
'Cause it's no days off, it's no days off
I know it sounds a little painful but it pays off
Social sites was distracting, so I stayed off
Spoke to God then me and Satan had a face-off
I swear my life was like a rocket, then it takes off
First I plotted, then I got it, couldn't wait long
I put the pedal to the metal then took the brakes off
And I kept it A1 like the steak sauce
My paychecks used to be a pair of Jordan's and I know I can't afford 'em
But I went ahead and bought 'em
Then I quit, started slangin'
Spent my money on recordin'
Yeah the studio was small but man that shit made me a fortune
That shit made me a fortune, man
These motherf*ckers tryna stop me
Y'all can't stop me
This is forever
This shit forever, man
I mean that
F*ck 'em!
Writer: Andrew Ramsey, Antwan Thompson, Dan Garcia, Francis Ubiera, Katorah Marrero, Shannon Sanders
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Foreign
Hey man
Ay, we be f*ckin' up them foreigns man
F*ckin' up the highway
F*cking up the eway
F*cking up the streets
F*ckin' up a foreign
Police pull me over with a ticket and a warning
I still ain't pay that bill
Damn, I probably got a warrant
Haters trying to blow my vibes
Gotta ignore 'em
I eat it then I leave
Put on my Louie hoodie then my Louie sneakers
I don't ever cuff a thotty or a skeezer
Don't know how to love, I just know how to please her
Baby come and put your toppings on my pizza
I don't catch no feelings, I'm a bob and weaver
Valet the foreign, I don't pay no meters
My bank account look like the numbers on a beeper
F*cking up an Amex, this is not a Visa
Ooh, she's a leaker
So I iced her out, now she's a a walking freezer
I'm the don dada and my bitch a diva
No, I do not trick but I know how to treat her
My diamonds caucasian
My jewellery go bling-bling
Your jewellery don't say shit
My bitch said she leaving me
I went on vacation
Ay, I'm f*cking with this foreign
Yeah, that bitch look good but I cut her off 'cause she annoying
Humble down lil' hoe 'cause really you ain't that important
Collecting bags at night and ill be richer by the morning
Yes I will
It's a groove
I grind and get it, I mind by business
Im winning, yeah it's a mood
You whining bitch and you broke
You lying and fibbing and it ain't cool
Broke nigga, hoe nigga, hoe nigga, broke nigga
Hoe nigga leave the room
'Cause I'm broke niggas, no nigga
Won't nigga, go nigga
No we ain't bool
Hey lil' bit, go lil' bit
Hoe lil bit, no I ain't no fool
Snakes on a plane 'cause snakes on my shoes
Blue faces all in my rules
Water on my neck, water on my wrist
Water in my drip, ooh, pardon my pool
Pardon my drool, pardon my ooh
Hey, made my plate, now I'm eating my food
It's a fact shit, black shit
Matte shit, bat shit and the engine go vroom
Flinstones on my neck and the diamonds go yaba daba doo
Im taking your bitch, play with your bitch
Then I give her back to you
My diamonds caucasian
My jewellery go bling-bling
Your jewellery don't say shit
My bitch said she leaving me
I went on vacation
When your bitch in town, I just send her my location
Ay, she said my crib is spacious
Told her, "You should see the bar inside my basement"
Can't open up them bottles, done with acc' shit
Drink Hennessy, can't smoke no weed, it make her anxious
Hey Bitch, I'm just trying to f*ck, ain't got no patience
It don't make no sense to f*ck if you ain't wasted
F*ck it, I'll just call up your replacement
And I bet a 100 bands that bitch get naked
And I like my bitches foreign, can't do basic
And when I she just give me head, bitch just don't think shit
Told my side bitch just to f*ck me, just don't say shit
Yea she feisty-feisty, she like to break shit
Oh you love the bitch, oh you cuffed the bitch
I released her from you, put her on probation
You said she celibate, it's a celebration
I'ma f*ck her anyway
All my closets foreign
All my bitches foreign
All my clothes are foreign
All my shoes are foreign
Ay, we be f*ckin' up them foreigns man
F*ckin' up the highway
F*cking up the eway
F*cking up the streets
F*ckin' up a foreign
Police pull me over with a ticket and a warning
I still ain't pay that bill
Damn, I probably got a warrant
Haters trying to blow my vibes
Gotta ignore 'em
I eat it then I leave
Put on my Louie hoodie then my Louie sneakers
I don't ever cuff a thotty or a skeezer
Don't know how to love, I just know how to please her
Baby come and put your toppings on my pizza
I don't catch no feelings, I'm a bob and weaver
Valet the foreign, I don't pay no meters
My bank account look like the numbers on a beeper
F*cking up an Amex, this is not a Visa
Ooh, she's a leaker
So I iced her out, now she's a a walking freezer
I'm the don dada and my bitch a diva
No, I do not trick but I know how to treat her
My diamonds caucasian
My jewellery go bling-bling
Your jewellery don't say shit
My bitch said she leaving me
I went on vacation
Ay, I'm f*cking with this foreign
Yeah, that bitch look good but I cut her off 'cause she annoying
Humble down lil' hoe 'cause really you ain't that important
Collecting bags at night and ill be richer by the morning
Yes I will
It's a groove
I grind and get it, I mind by business
Im winning, yeah it's a mood
You whining bitch and you broke
You lying and fibbing and it ain't cool
Broke nigga, hoe nigga, hoe nigga, broke nigga
Hoe nigga leave the room
'Cause I'm broke niggas, no nigga
Won't nigga, go nigga
No we ain't bool
Hey lil' bit, go lil' bit
Hoe lil bit, no I ain't no fool
Snakes on a plane 'cause snakes on my shoes
Blue faces all in my rules
Water on my neck, water on my wrist
Water in my drip, ooh, pardon my pool
Pardon my drool, pardon my ooh
Hey, made my plate, now I'm eating my food
It's a fact shit, black shit
Matte shit, bat shit and the engine go vroom
Flinstones on my neck and the diamonds go yaba daba doo
Im taking your bitch, play with your bitch
Then I give her back to you
My diamonds caucasian
My jewellery go bling-bling
Your jewellery don't say shit
My bitch said she leaving me
I went on vacation
When your bitch in town, I just send her my location
Ay, she said my crib is spacious
Told her, "You should see the bar inside my basement"
Can't open up them bottles, done with acc' shit
Drink Hennessy, can't smoke no weed, it make her anxious
Hey Bitch, I'm just trying to f*ck, ain't got no patience
It don't make no sense to f*ck if you ain't wasted
F*ck it, I'll just call up your replacement
And I bet a 100 bands that bitch get naked
And I like my bitches foreign, can't do basic
And when I she just give me head, bitch just don't think shit
Told my side bitch just to f*ck me, just don't say shit
Yea she feisty-feisty, she like to break shit
Oh you love the bitch, oh you cuffed the bitch
I released her from you, put her on probation
You said she celibate, it's a celebration
I'ma f*ck her anyway
All my closets foreign
All my bitches foreign
All my clothes are foreign
All my shoes are foreign
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
NNAN
Yo, she fire
Brown skin, pretty brown eyes
Slim waist, but her hips kind of wide
Thick thighs, she about 5'5", or about 5'6"
Pretty tits sittin' high, legs crossed when she sit
Hair was hangin' 'bout an inch, then she cut it off (cut it off)
Eyebrows on fleek, can't rub it off, no pencil
Trap music in the Benz coupe, with the top down
No nigga, just a shih tzu
Bad bitch, she only smoke blunts with the glass tips
And she buy Chanel bags, just to put her cash in
Chanel thigh-high boots, stash the 380 (stash the 380)
Money on her mind
she ain't thinkin' 'bout no baby (she ain't thinkin' 'bout no baby)
We used to sing Ashanti
"Baby, baby, ba-baby-y"
Now her mood is, "F*ck you, pay me" (ooh)
Used to ride the bus (uh), now she wear a bust down (uh)
Now, it's a Clearport every time she touch down (uh)
When they throwin' shade, she just make a touchdown (score)
Scorin' on you hoes, she real life goals
Shorty got her own car and her own crib (own crib)
She don't take no handouts, she don't owe shit (ooh, ooh)
Shorty pay her own bills, buy her own drip (drip, drip)
I can't keep my hands off her, 'cause she so thick (ooh, ooh)
Bust her wrist down, baby, you the coldest (ooh, ooh)
She don't go deep, 'cause it ain't her motive (yeah, yeah)
She gon' push the drugs just to keep her loaded (oh-whoa)
Got it out the mud and I had to notice
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin' (never need a nigga for nothin')
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin', no (no, never need a nigga)
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever, need a nigga for nothin' (she ain't never need a nigga for nothin')
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin', no (no, no, never need a nigga)
Shorty, she ain't never need a nigga, no for nothin'
But she so damn precious, my lil' baby, she be splurgin'
Seen her from afar, gettin' money, she be workin'
She a shootin' star, she the one I been searchin' for
She don't need no man (uh)
A nigga is a dub, can't get no love from her (ooh)
He don't know her worth (uh)
Shorty is a queen (uh)
These hoes can't f*ck with her
Shorty ain't never need a nigga, she ain't stressin'
Face on godly, body on blessin'
Yeah, she got friends, but her money is her best friend
She already winnin', now she workin' on her next win
Independent women, I salute you
Mami stand out, she ain't neutral
Never goin' broke, she refuse to
New bags, new do, new you
Big body Benz when she cruise through
Out with the old, in with the new new
She'll have you hooked, pussy on voodoo
She'll have you cuckoo for the coo-coo
Gel on her nails, color on Blue's Clues
She stay on vacay, boomerang new views
Playlist with the new tunes
F*ck what ya last nigga did
Baby, do you (whoo)
Shorty got her own car and her own crib (own crib)
She don't take no handouts, she don't owe shit (ooh, ooh)
Shorty pay her own bills, buy her own drip (drip, drip)
I can't keep my hands off her, 'cause she so thick (ooh, ooh)
Bust her wrist down, baby, you the coldest (ooh, ooh)
She don't go deep, 'cause it ain't her motive (yeah, yeah)
She gon' push the drugs just to keep her loaded (oh-whoa)
Got it out the mud and I had to notice
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin' (never need a nigga for nothin')
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin', no (no, never need a nigga)
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever, need a nigga for nothin' (she ain't never need a nigga for nothin')
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin', no (no, no, never need a nigga)
Brown skin, pretty brown eyes
Slim waist, but her hips kind of wide
Thick thighs, she about 5'5", or about 5'6"
Pretty tits sittin' high, legs crossed when she sit
Hair was hangin' 'bout an inch, then she cut it off (cut it off)
Eyebrows on fleek, can't rub it off, no pencil
Trap music in the Benz coupe, with the top down
No nigga, just a shih tzu
Bad bitch, she only smoke blunts with the glass tips
And she buy Chanel bags, just to put her cash in
Chanel thigh-high boots, stash the 380 (stash the 380)
Money on her mind
she ain't thinkin' 'bout no baby (she ain't thinkin' 'bout no baby)
We used to sing Ashanti
"Baby, baby, ba-baby-y"
Now her mood is, "F*ck you, pay me" (ooh)
Used to ride the bus (uh), now she wear a bust down (uh)
Now, it's a Clearport every time she touch down (uh)
When they throwin' shade, she just make a touchdown (score)
Scorin' on you hoes, she real life goals
Shorty got her own car and her own crib (own crib)
She don't take no handouts, she don't owe shit (ooh, ooh)
Shorty pay her own bills, buy her own drip (drip, drip)
I can't keep my hands off her, 'cause she so thick (ooh, ooh)
Bust her wrist down, baby, you the coldest (ooh, ooh)
She don't go deep, 'cause it ain't her motive (yeah, yeah)
She gon' push the drugs just to keep her loaded (oh-whoa)
Got it out the mud and I had to notice
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin' (never need a nigga for nothin')
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin', no (no, never need a nigga)
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever, need a nigga for nothin' (she ain't never need a nigga for nothin')
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin', no (no, no, never need a nigga)
Shorty, she ain't never need a nigga, no for nothin'
But she so damn precious, my lil' baby, she be splurgin'
Seen her from afar, gettin' money, she be workin'
She a shootin' star, she the one I been searchin' for
She don't need no man (uh)
A nigga is a dub, can't get no love from her (ooh)
He don't know her worth (uh)
Shorty is a queen (uh)
These hoes can't f*ck with her
Shorty ain't never need a nigga, she ain't stressin'
Face on godly, body on blessin'
Yeah, she got friends, but her money is her best friend
She already winnin', now she workin' on her next win
Independent women, I salute you
Mami stand out, she ain't neutral
Never goin' broke, she refuse to
New bags, new do, new you
Big body Benz when she cruise through
Out with the old, in with the new new
She'll have you hooked, pussy on voodoo
She'll have you cuckoo for the coo-coo
Gel on her nails, color on Blue's Clues
She stay on vacay, boomerang new views
Playlist with the new tunes
F*ck what ya last nigga did
Baby, do you (whoo)
Shorty got her own car and her own crib (own crib)
She don't take no handouts, she don't owe shit (ooh, ooh)
Shorty pay her own bills, buy her own drip (drip, drip)
I can't keep my hands off her, 'cause she so thick (ooh, ooh)
Bust her wrist down, baby, you the coldest (ooh, ooh)
She don't go deep, 'cause it ain't her motive (yeah, yeah)
She gon' push the drugs just to keep her loaded (oh-whoa)
Got it out the mud and I had to notice
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin' (never need a nigga for nothin')
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin', no (no, never need a nigga)
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever, need a nigga for nothin' (she ain't never need a nigga for nothin')
Shorty ain't never need a nigga
Never, ever need a nigga for nothin', no (no, no, never need a nigga)
Writer: Antwan Thompson, Katorah Marrero, Relle Bey, Scott Mejon
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
My Hitta
Yo, babe, you love me?
(Yes, I love you)
You gon' ride for me?
(Yes, baby)
No matter what, right?
(No matter what)
You're my lil' hitter?
(Ha, ha, why you always do that? Like)
You not gon' be my hitta?
(No)
If I give you the, if I give you the Glock
You gon' bust that shit?
(Nah)
Hello
Let's go, baby, I f*ckin' love you, baby, you heard?
(I love you too)
Aye, ooh, she spicy, yeah, I like her and she like me too
I think I'ma drop a check on her like Nike shoe
I usually don't trick but, shit, I got a trick for you
I'm usually a ho, but girl, I got this dick for you
And I don't have a boo 'cause I think I was meant for you
And I just bought a Cooper coupe that's only meant for two
My niggas in that foreign right behind me, aye
And we f*ckin' up the highway like a high-speed chase
Blew 50 at the mall like it's my b-day
But it's just a regular, ordinary weekday (regular)
Ooh, that's a bad bitch
You can tell she eat her collard greens and catfish
I'm tryna make your daughter cry, sorry, Miss Jackson (I'm sorry)
I wear that pussy on my face like it's in fashion
Ooh, she said I'm nasty
Baby, I just need a rider like a taxi (ride)
And if your ex was a disease, then I'm the vaccine
Blowin' bags, poppin' tags, we a tag team
And we f*ckin' up a foreign, going max speed
Shoppin' bags tippin' over in the back seat
Coffee on the seats, engine got that caffeine
And you bitches couldn't have me, even if she didn't have me
Aye, and I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don't need my niggas
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the trillest
Aye, yeah, she my bottom bitch
But when I need it, just like seasonin', she on top of shit
Know how to treat her, she a keeper, man, that's common sense
And yeah, she fine, I call her mine, it's an accomplishment
She hot like Mexico, won't ever let her go (no)
She my little lightnin' bug (that's right), man, I just let her glow
And she get what she want (uh huh), can't ever tell her no
She my lil' spoiled bitch, she got that oil drip
She don't follow other rappers, that's that loyal shit
Tell them niggas, "It's a wrap", like on some foil shit (it's a wrap)
'Cause this Glock will get to steamin', on some boil shit (glitt)
'Cause I'm a thug, she a thug, from the mud, out the soil, bitch
Aye, and I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don't need my niggas
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the trillest, yeah
Aye, aye
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don't need my niggas
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
(Yes, I love you)
You gon' ride for me?
(Yes, baby)
No matter what, right?
(No matter what)
You're my lil' hitter?
(Ha, ha, why you always do that? Like)
You not gon' be my hitta?
(No)
If I give you the, if I give you the Glock
You gon' bust that shit?
(Nah)
Hello
Let's go, baby, I f*ckin' love you, baby, you heard?
(I love you too)
Aye, ooh, she spicy, yeah, I like her and she like me too
I think I'ma drop a check on her like Nike shoe
I usually don't trick but, shit, I got a trick for you
I'm usually a ho, but girl, I got this dick for you
And I don't have a boo 'cause I think I was meant for you
And I just bought a Cooper coupe that's only meant for two
My niggas in that foreign right behind me, aye
And we f*ckin' up the highway like a high-speed chase
Blew 50 at the mall like it's my b-day
But it's just a regular, ordinary weekday (regular)
Ooh, that's a bad bitch
You can tell she eat her collard greens and catfish
I'm tryna make your daughter cry, sorry, Miss Jackson (I'm sorry)
I wear that pussy on my face like it's in fashion
Ooh, she said I'm nasty
Baby, I just need a rider like a taxi (ride)
And if your ex was a disease, then I'm the vaccine
Blowin' bags, poppin' tags, we a tag team
And we f*ckin' up a foreign, going max speed
Shoppin' bags tippin' over in the back seat
Coffee on the seats, engine got that caffeine
And you bitches couldn't have me, even if she didn't have me
Aye, and I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don't need my niggas
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the trillest
Aye, yeah, she my bottom bitch
But when I need it, just like seasonin', she on top of shit
Know how to treat her, she a keeper, man, that's common sense
And yeah, she fine, I call her mine, it's an accomplishment
She hot like Mexico, won't ever let her go (no)
She my little lightnin' bug (that's right), man, I just let her glow
And she get what she want (uh huh), can't ever tell her no
She my lil' spoiled bitch, she got that oil drip
She don't follow other rappers, that's that loyal shit
Tell them niggas, "It's a wrap", like on some foil shit (it's a wrap)
'Cause this Glock will get to steamin', on some boil shit (glitt)
'Cause I'm a thug, she a thug, from the mud, out the soil, bitch
Aye, and I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don't need my niggas
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the trillest, yeah
Aye, aye
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don't need my niggas
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don't need my niggas, 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta
Writer: Andrew Joseph Jr. Gradwohl, Antwan Thompson, Katorah Marrero
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Sober Thoughts
Oh, nah-nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah, ye-yeah
Disciplinin' my habits, went distant on my attachments
I had to turn my presence to absence
Stuck in a cage, questionin' the hours and days
Depressional phase, my tunnel vision startin' to fade
I started to marry my thoughts, already engaged
Not knowing my next move had me going insane
Depending on alcohol to get me over the pain
Praying my habit don't ever have me turn to cocaine
I won't allow this temporary pain to turn to a stain
I wanna live but my joy for life is stuck in the grave
God I need you more than ever, I was hoping you came
So used to holdin' shit in, it's kinda hard to explain
Picasso the best way to put it
Before you knew the meaning of it, you misunderstood it
Far from perfect, did a lot of shit I knew I shouldn't
Duckin' my demons but they comin' like a movin' bullet
Shit, it's crazy out here, it's like I love it and I hate it out here
Gotta be mentally stable out here, just to make it out here
Never slippin', everyday I'm aware
If I ain't got it, I'll go get it, and I'll make it appear
Tough love, being assertive, that's the way that I care
When I'm distant and I ignore you, then to me you ain't there
When I erase you that's when you worry, replace yo ass in a hurry
That's the truth, not a dare, nigga do not compare
All this pain in me, I want it washed away
I gotta keep faith in me, these niggas want me dead
I gotta stay strong, stay strong
I've been fightin' all my life, oh
May God watch my soul (uh, uh)
Only people that think that I fell off
Is people who wasn't supportin' before the fame and the fortune
My fanbase was already a force and
I was sellin' out shows before the radio sources
Meanin' the grind of independence what got me in it
Not a co-sign or a mention and this is not fiction
Now I'm feelin' attention from muhf*ckers
That once was dick-lickin', and pic-flickin' friendship
And this isn't no damn fool
I know the game so it's cool
And when you play the game, play it by the rules, uh
Mama ain't raise no coon, I know the difference between loved and used
Life is just hugs and bruises, care and crew
F*ck desire, my heart pump fire, ooh
Don't inhale my fumes, I'm toxic, caged in like zoos
Boxed in like boxin', in the studio locked in
Man you couldn't walk a block in my shoes
Not even my socks, shit
Came from the bottom that's why I f*ck with the top shit
I'm talkin' 'bout that never, ever, ever in stock shit
I don't pop shit, I speak knowledge, just call me a prophet
And if you pay attention then you payin' homage
Cheap jeans with paid pockets, this poundcake
Got these weight watchers weight watchin', uh
I ain't stoppin' like Hov said
Sit in front of the Bentley, with the doors out like bow-legs
I hate a bitch with a fat ass and no legs
I love a bitch with some crack pussy and dope head
Broke bread with niggas, all I got was a thank you
And you got some other niggas out here sayin' they made you, ha
The game tryin' to erase you, got my foot on they necks
You disrespect the tech I'll give you a facial, uh
Apologies to my exes, and no this ain't my confessions
Appreciate your time and investment, patience and effort
Having ya'll was part of a blessin'
Y'all all belong on the cover of Essence
No hard feelings, no love lost
No bad blood, your love is a bad drug
But better to have love than no love
I need a blunt, KorLeone, can you roll one?
And smoke one?
All this pain in me, I want it washed away
I gotta keep faith in me, these niggas want me dead
I gotta stay strong, stay strong
I've been fightin' all my life, oh
May God watch my soul, ah
Oh, all these battles I've been fighting
Ooh, all these battles I've been fighting
I just gotta keep on goin' on, on and on, and on, ooh-oh
Nah-nah, ye-yeah
Disciplinin' my habits, went distant on my attachments
I had to turn my presence to absence
Stuck in a cage, questionin' the hours and days
Depressional phase, my tunnel vision startin' to fade
I started to marry my thoughts, already engaged
Not knowing my next move had me going insane
Depending on alcohol to get me over the pain
Praying my habit don't ever have me turn to cocaine
I won't allow this temporary pain to turn to a stain
I wanna live but my joy for life is stuck in the grave
God I need you more than ever, I was hoping you came
So used to holdin' shit in, it's kinda hard to explain
Picasso the best way to put it
Before you knew the meaning of it, you misunderstood it
Far from perfect, did a lot of shit I knew I shouldn't
Duckin' my demons but they comin' like a movin' bullet
Shit, it's crazy out here, it's like I love it and I hate it out here
Gotta be mentally stable out here, just to make it out here
Never slippin', everyday I'm aware
If I ain't got it, I'll go get it, and I'll make it appear
Tough love, being assertive, that's the way that I care
When I'm distant and I ignore you, then to me you ain't there
When I erase you that's when you worry, replace yo ass in a hurry
That's the truth, not a dare, nigga do not compare
All this pain in me, I want it washed away
I gotta keep faith in me, these niggas want me dead
I gotta stay strong, stay strong
I've been fightin' all my life, oh
May God watch my soul (uh, uh)
Only people that think that I fell off
Is people who wasn't supportin' before the fame and the fortune
My fanbase was already a force and
I was sellin' out shows before the radio sources
Meanin' the grind of independence what got me in it
Not a co-sign or a mention and this is not fiction
Now I'm feelin' attention from muhf*ckers
That once was dick-lickin', and pic-flickin' friendship
And this isn't no damn fool
I know the game so it's cool
And when you play the game, play it by the rules, uh
Mama ain't raise no coon, I know the difference between loved and used
Life is just hugs and bruises, care and crew
F*ck desire, my heart pump fire, ooh
Don't inhale my fumes, I'm toxic, caged in like zoos
Boxed in like boxin', in the studio locked in
Man you couldn't walk a block in my shoes
Not even my socks, shit
Came from the bottom that's why I f*ck with the top shit
I'm talkin' 'bout that never, ever, ever in stock shit
I don't pop shit, I speak knowledge, just call me a prophet
And if you pay attention then you payin' homage
Cheap jeans with paid pockets, this poundcake
Got these weight watchers weight watchin', uh
I ain't stoppin' like Hov said
Sit in front of the Bentley, with the doors out like bow-legs
I hate a bitch with a fat ass and no legs
I love a bitch with some crack pussy and dope head
Broke bread with niggas, all I got was a thank you
And you got some other niggas out here sayin' they made you, ha
The game tryin' to erase you, got my foot on they necks
You disrespect the tech I'll give you a facial, uh
Apologies to my exes, and no this ain't my confessions
Appreciate your time and investment, patience and effort
Having ya'll was part of a blessin'
Y'all all belong on the cover of Essence
No hard feelings, no love lost
No bad blood, your love is a bad drug
But better to have love than no love
I need a blunt, KorLeone, can you roll one?
And smoke one?
All this pain in me, I want it washed away
I gotta keep faith in me, these niggas want me dead
I gotta stay strong, stay strong
I've been fightin' all my life, oh
May God watch my soul, ah
Oh, all these battles I've been fighting
Ooh, all these battles I've been fighting
I just gotta keep on goin' on, on and on, and on, ooh-oh
Writer: Clayton Knight, Harrison Mills, Katorah Marrero, Matthew Jacobson, Scott Mejon
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO
Crime Poetry (outro)
Oh, this what we doin'?
Aight, alright, bet
I gotta get a little cocky on this one, man
I gotta get a little bocky on this one, ya heard?
Uh
Holy f*ckin' moly, I'm a superstar
I drive super cars
I f*ck the smartest women, I f*ck stupid broads
They know who I is, they know who I are
Fill this cup up like a battery and now I'm supercharged
Fill this blunt up, take off like a rocket, I see super stars
Moon and Mars
Put a message on a bullet, now they know who my shooters are (glitt)
Covered up in these tattoos because we can't remove the scars
Turn myself into a boss, a CEO, I'm who in charge, uh
In love with the game, Cupid shot me through the heart, huh
Had to break up with fame because it broke my mood apart
Man, I chase them checks so much I nearly tore my shoes apart
I'm not a rapper, I'm an artist, bitch, do not confuse the art, no
Just let that sink in
I'ma let that, I'ma let that sink in
Uh, uh, uh
Who do I trust?
Me, that's who, I do what I must
I do what I love
You do what you lust, I don't do it for luck
I do it for bucks
I do it for blessings, turn my L into lessons
This is a message
I don't hear you haters, must be losin' reception
I am the plug (whoo)
My only connect is connect with the money
Don't f*ck with my money (whoo)
The chopper will dump, now you jumpin' like bungee
Was raised in the city, was raised in the country
They pour up the Henny, they pour up the muddy
Cut the bitch off, had to get in some cutty
The prettiest nigga but shit could get ugly
I got a blue heart but I throw up the bloody
The money, the blue, that's word to Kentucky
Don't care about shit
The liquor, it numb me
You hate me, you hate me, you love me, you love me
They leave when it rain, they come when it sunny
The Grinch in my pocket, that's why they so grumpy
She said that I'm cute, but cute is for puppies
Bitch, I'm a dog
Just feed me and f*ck me, uh
And roll up a blunt while you rub me
Put dick in your box, you put food in my tummy (food in my tummy)
When we get home, better take off them clothes and no phones
Put your hair in a scrunchy (hair in a scrunchy)
Freak in the sheets but a queen in the streets
Got me singin', like, "Isn't she lovely?"
I hate on niggas bitchin', listen, trigger finger itchn', just call me a junkie
Whoo, uh, uh, uh
This shit is deeper than rap
This is above me
I am the monkey that's stuck in the middle of misunderstandin' and judgment
They think that they bringin' me down (no)
But I'm up to somethin' (I'm up to somethin')
I'm here and I'm stickin' around (huh)
This is not up for discussion, nigga, huh?
Gimme some head until you get a concussion, yeah
To me, it's just normal, to some, it's disgustin', yeah
Yeah, throw her ass on the bed when she's fussin' and cussin', uh
Like, assume the position, stop makin' assumptions
Without the support, I am nothin'
Shout out my producer, I can't forget the production
I broke a few hearts, had to do some construction
I swear it's so hard to ignore that seduction
Red dot on the Glock, look like she blushin'
I'ma just shit on them niggas that thought they were stoppin' my toilet from flushin'
Aight, alright, bet
I gotta get a little cocky on this one, man
I gotta get a little bocky on this one, ya heard?
Uh
Holy f*ckin' moly, I'm a superstar
I drive super cars
I f*ck the smartest women, I f*ck stupid broads
They know who I is, they know who I are
Fill this cup up like a battery and now I'm supercharged
Fill this blunt up, take off like a rocket, I see super stars
Moon and Mars
Put a message on a bullet, now they know who my shooters are (glitt)
Covered up in these tattoos because we can't remove the scars
Turn myself into a boss, a CEO, I'm who in charge, uh
In love with the game, Cupid shot me through the heart, huh
Had to break up with fame because it broke my mood apart
Man, I chase them checks so much I nearly tore my shoes apart
I'm not a rapper, I'm an artist, bitch, do not confuse the art, no
Just let that sink in
I'ma let that, I'ma let that sink in
Uh, uh, uh
Who do I trust?
Me, that's who, I do what I must
I do what I love
You do what you lust, I don't do it for luck
I do it for bucks
I do it for blessings, turn my L into lessons
This is a message
I don't hear you haters, must be losin' reception
I am the plug (whoo)
My only connect is connect with the money
Don't f*ck with my money (whoo)
The chopper will dump, now you jumpin' like bungee
Was raised in the city, was raised in the country
They pour up the Henny, they pour up the muddy
Cut the bitch off, had to get in some cutty
The prettiest nigga but shit could get ugly
I got a blue heart but I throw up the bloody
The money, the blue, that's word to Kentucky
Don't care about shit
The liquor, it numb me
You hate me, you hate me, you love me, you love me
They leave when it rain, they come when it sunny
The Grinch in my pocket, that's why they so grumpy
She said that I'm cute, but cute is for puppies
Bitch, I'm a dog
Just feed me and f*ck me, uh
And roll up a blunt while you rub me
Put dick in your box, you put food in my tummy (food in my tummy)
When we get home, better take off them clothes and no phones
Put your hair in a scrunchy (hair in a scrunchy)
Freak in the sheets but a queen in the streets
Got me singin', like, "Isn't she lovely?"
I hate on niggas bitchin', listen, trigger finger itchn', just call me a junkie
Whoo, uh, uh, uh
This shit is deeper than rap
This is above me
I am the monkey that's stuck in the middle of misunderstandin' and judgment
They think that they bringin' me down (no)
But I'm up to somethin' (I'm up to somethin')
I'm here and I'm stickin' around (huh)
This is not up for discussion, nigga, huh?
Gimme some head until you get a concussion, yeah
To me, it's just normal, to some, it's disgustin', yeah
Yeah, throw her ass on the bed when she's fussin' and cussin', uh
Like, assume the position, stop makin' assumptions
Without the support, I am nothin'
Shout out my producer, I can't forget the production
I broke a few hearts, had to do some construction
I swear it's so hard to ignore that seduction
Red dot on the Glock, look like she blushin'
I'ma just shit on them niggas that thought they were stoppin' my toilet from flushin'
Writer: Katorah Marrero, Matthew Jacobson
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
PettyWap 2
(Twerk for my Instagram)
Uh, I like them big booty bitches with Chanel purses
Yeah, she pretty on the 'Gram but look better in person
She ain't shy but her broke nigga make her nervous
Accidentally I got famous but got rich on purpose
Trappin' hoes like a phone call with bad service
Tic-tac-toe, had to get my exes out my circle
Anytime I got the blues, I just smoke some purple
Bentley with the hardtop, I'm hoppin' out the Turtle (Skrrt)
I'm a trill nigga, in the house chill nigga
Used to be a in the field nigga
Nowadays, everybody wanna be a real nigga
Bitch, play your cards right, then maybe I will deal with ya, huh
Big booty Judy in that Benz, she go hard with her friends
And she ain't got no kids but she take care of me like I came out her pussy
We live life on the edge so please do not push me
Runnin' up the bands, when I hit the mall I be f*ckin' up the bands
Countin' so much paper, I be f*ckin' up my hands
Tryna stuff the racks, I be f*ckin' up my pants
And I got a baby mama that ain't my baby mama
And I got a choppa the size of her toddler
And she call me daddy 'cause she don't know who her father
Says she want some money, made her twerk for a dollar
Dior on my kicks, Christian Dior on my visor
Thought the bitch was rich, then she pulled up in a Mazda
Drip overflowin' like the toilet when it's stopped up
First name-I'ma do it, last name-Proper
Fake niggas in my picture, now I gotta crop her
Even if you held a stop sign, couldn't stop her
If you ain't around some money, probably couldn't find her
Bust down on her wrist, can't help but watch her
Told her, "Leave that nigga 'lone, level up and wise up"
If she gave me head, ayy, I guess she made her mind up
D'ussé in my cup, I ain't drunk but I'm lyin'
D'ussé her complexion, it ain't wine, but she fine
Big booty Judy in that Benz, she go hard with her friends
And she ain't got no kids but she take care of me like I came out her pussy
We live life on the edge so please do not push me
Uh, I like them big booty bitches with Chanel purses
Yeah, she pretty on the 'Gram but look better in person
She ain't shy but her broke nigga make her nervous
Accidentally I got famous but got rich on purpose
Trappin' hoes like a phone call with bad service
Tic-tac-toe, had to get my exes out my circle
Anytime I got the blues, I just smoke some purple
Bentley with the hardtop, I'm hoppin' out the Turtle (Skrrt)
I'm a trill nigga, in the house chill nigga
Used to be a in the field nigga
Nowadays, everybody wanna be a real nigga
Bitch, play your cards right, then maybe I will deal with ya, huh
Big booty Judy in that Benz, she go hard with her friends
And she ain't got no kids but she take care of me like I came out her pussy
We live life on the edge so please do not push me
Runnin' up the bands, when I hit the mall I be f*ckin' up the bands
Countin' so much paper, I be f*ckin' up my hands
Tryna stuff the racks, I be f*ckin' up my pants
And I got a baby mama that ain't my baby mama
And I got a choppa the size of her toddler
And she call me daddy 'cause she don't know who her father
Says she want some money, made her twerk for a dollar
Dior on my kicks, Christian Dior on my visor
Thought the bitch was rich, then she pulled up in a Mazda
Drip overflowin' like the toilet when it's stopped up
First name-I'ma do it, last name-Proper
Fake niggas in my picture, now I gotta crop her
Even if you held a stop sign, couldn't stop her
If you ain't around some money, probably couldn't find her
Bust down on her wrist, can't help but watch her
Told her, "Leave that nigga 'lone, level up and wise up"
If she gave me head, ayy, I guess she made her mind up
D'ussé in my cup, I ain't drunk but I'm lyin'
D'ussé her complexion, it ain't wine, but she fine
Big booty Judy in that Benz, she go hard with her friends
And she ain't got no kids but she take care of me like I came out her pussy
We live life on the edge so please do not push me
Writer: Katorah Kasanova Marrero
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Herstory in the Making is the debut studio album by American rapper Young M.A. It was released on September 27, 2019, by M.A Music and 3D. The album features guest appearances from Max YB and Relle Bey and features production from Zaytoven, Mike Zombie, Amadeus, and NY Bangers, among others. It was supported by seven singles: "PettyWap", "Car Confessions", "Bleed", "Stubborn Ass", "Big", "PettyWap 2", and "No Mercy".
The album is dedicated to M.A's late brother Kenneth Ramos, who was murdered on September 26, 2009. In a press release, Young M.A stated:
"There isn't a single day that I don't think about my brother. He continues to motivate me; inspire me and this project will forever be dedicated to his legacy. You're gonna get the truth. You're gonna get the cocky joints, the slick talk joints where I talk my talk, but then I'm gonna get personal. Real personal. That's why this called Herstory In The Making because it's about all sides of me. People will hear this album and say, 'I had no idea she was going through all that.' I don't put myself out there on social media. I save it for the music, and I write it all. This is all me."
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Young MAThe album is dedicated to M.A's late brother Kenneth Ramos, who was murdered on September 26, 2009. In a press release, Young M.A stated:
"There isn't a single day that I don't think about my brother. He continues to motivate me; inspire me and this project will forever be dedicated to his legacy. You're gonna get the truth. You're gonna get the cocky joints, the slick talk joints where I talk my talk, but then I'm gonna get personal. Real personal. That's why this called Herstory In The Making because it's about all sides of me. People will hear this album and say, 'I had no idea she was going through all that.' I don't put myself out there on social media. I save it for the music, and I write it all. This is all me."
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Amadeus, Bruce Leroy, Buda & Grandz, DiMuro, Dr. O, Hagler, Jordan Lewis, Kofi Black, Mike Zombie, NY Bangers, OZ, Syk Sense, Tone Bird, Zaytoven
Length: 67:31
Released: September 27th, 2019
Year: 2019