I move to the beat of my own drum
Like bum bum bum bum
Why you only hit my phone
When you want some?
Like it gotta check a box or you won't come
Questions I ask myself
Like why make an ass of myself
Why are you pushing the limits
To get some more visits from someone
That only show love for some minutes
Why do you give away money
To people you think really care
That can't even look in the mirror or
Look in your eye and admit they're a queer
I thought about dissing it won't make it different
Most it'll do is just make em more distant
Maybe I need it I'm too reminiscent or
I could start dropping names and
See all these bitches start getting defensive
Don't think you can hold me back
I'd diss a bitch for less than that
You mad she mad I'm pressing that
I know I'm better I'm expressing that
Yet a bitch wanna play no sense in that
Where's that money?
No cents for that
Get a bag get a bitch no comparing that
Money over bitches thank Wayne for that
I slide on the beat easy peasy
I rep the queen so you know it get sleazy
Bro got a Glock not afraid to get squeezy
Haters out flexing that shit make me queasy
I got the keys like I'm playing the PC
You got a problem?
Then you should come see P
If you got a problem then you should come see me
Bum bum catch a peek at it
Unwrapping peaches like Dum Dum's
When I get in the apple bottom jeans
Like uh huh
Out the door taking off track star
Like run run
Marathons but I gotta sprint bitch
You got a problem?
Better go see P
TM I'm stacking trapping young Jeezy
I ain't no human like Carter Lil Weezy
2 million up boy think he peezy
Chilling on deck off lemon tek
Looking for red sun rising up
Juice in his cup jeans with the blood
Don't give a f*ck
You fake on this shit for a long time
Like how come
You ain't been that dude when you go rhyme or reason
Just wait don't play or you gon' find the outcome
Like Jay D'usse
I don't sip wine Sauvignon
Cheffing up like the rat-ta-tou and
I'm stacking cheese so old it's blue
Jesus piece gon' peek at you
That's round my neck zap Pikachu
Imma dog gon' raise the roof
Just asked Deshaun where my masseuse
Had a bitch been going through love interludes in between her moods
YungBoy Pay$on - Bum Bum (feat. AJé 2000) Lyrics
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I move to the beat of my own drum
Like bum bum bum bum
Why you only hit my phone
When you want some?
Like it gotta check a box or you won't come
Questions I ask myself
Like why make an ass of myself
Why are you pushing the limits
To get some more visits from someone
That only show love for some minutes
Why do you give away money
To people you think really care
That can't even look in the mirror or
Look in your eye and admit they're a queer
I thought about dissing it won't make it different
Most it'll do is just make em more distant
Maybe I need it I'm too reminiscent or
I could start dropping names and
See all these bitches start getting defensive
Don't think you can hold me back
I'd diss a bitch for less than that
You mad she mad I'm pressing that
I know I'm better I'm expressing that
Yet a bitch wanna play no sense in that
Where's that money?
No cents for that
Get a bag get a bitch no comparing that
Money over bitches thank Wayne for that
I slide on the beat easy peasy
I rep the queen so you know it get sleazy
Bro got a Glock not afraid to get squeezy
Haters out flexing that shit make me queasy
I got the keys like I'm playing the PC
You got a problem?
Then you should come see P
If you got a problem then you should come see me
Bum bum catch a peek at it
Unwrapping peaches like Dum Dum's
When I get in the apple bottom jeans
Like uh huh
Out the door taking off track star
Like run run
Marathons but I gotta sprint bitch
You got a problem?
Better go see P
TM I'm stacking trapping young Jeezy
I ain't no human like Carter Lil Weezy
2 million up boy think he peezy
Chilling on deck off lemon tek
Looking for red sun rising up
Juice in his cup jeans with the blood
Don't give a f*ck
You fake on this shit for a long time
Like how come
You ain't been that dude when you go rhyme or reason
Just wait don't play or you gon' find the outcome
Like Jay D'usse
I don't sip wine Sauvignon
Cheffing up like the rat-ta-tou and
I'm stacking cheese so old it's blue
Jesus piece gon' peek at you
That's round my neck zap Pikachu
Imma dog gon' raise the roof
Just asked Deshaun where my masseuse
Had a bitch been going through love interludes in between her moods
Like bum bum bum bum
Why you only hit my phone
When you want some?
Like it gotta check a box or you won't come
Questions I ask myself
Like why make an ass of myself
Why are you pushing the limits
To get some more visits from someone
That only show love for some minutes
Why do you give away money
To people you think really care
That can't even look in the mirror or
Look in your eye and admit they're a queer
I thought about dissing it won't make it different
Most it'll do is just make em more distant
Maybe I need it I'm too reminiscent or
I could start dropping names and
See all these bitches start getting defensive
Don't think you can hold me back
I'd diss a bitch for less than that
You mad she mad I'm pressing that
I know I'm better I'm expressing that
Yet a bitch wanna play no sense in that
Where's that money?
No cents for that
Get a bag get a bitch no comparing that
Money over bitches thank Wayne for that
I slide on the beat easy peasy
I rep the queen so you know it get sleazy
Bro got a Glock not afraid to get squeezy
Haters out flexing that shit make me queasy
I got the keys like I'm playing the PC
You got a problem?
Then you should come see P
If you got a problem then you should come see me
Bum bum catch a peek at it
Unwrapping peaches like Dum Dum's
When I get in the apple bottom jeans
Like uh huh
Out the door taking off track star
Like run run
Marathons but I gotta sprint bitch
You got a problem?
Better go see P
TM I'm stacking trapping young Jeezy
I ain't no human like Carter Lil Weezy
2 million up boy think he peezy
Chilling on deck off lemon tek
Looking for red sun rising up
Juice in his cup jeans with the blood
Don't give a f*ck
You fake on this shit for a long time
Like how come
You ain't been that dude when you go rhyme or reason
Just wait don't play or you gon' find the outcome
Like Jay D'usse
I don't sip wine Sauvignon
Cheffing up like the rat-ta-tou and
I'm stacking cheese so old it's blue
Jesus piece gon' peek at you
That's round my neck zap Pikachu
Imma dog gon' raise the roof
Just asked Deshaun where my masseuse
Had a bitch been going through love interludes in between her moods
Writer: AJ Thornton, Preston Powell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid