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The Performer Video (MV)




Performed By: 400
Length: 3:50
Written by: Eugene Jackson




400 - The Performer Lyrics
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It goes tic too tic tac toe
Who the hell knocking at back door
Tell em stop yo
Cause it ain't enough room for them niggas on the top floor
Tic toc tic tac toe
They say they hating on 4 when they talk oh
I don't never hear em talk tho
Cause I can't hear them niggas on the ground from the top floor
I told em
You know what I told em, I said
Bitch I'm famous, Im the international entertainer
Damn right! I said Bitch Im famous
Nigga you better recognize
Bitch better have my money like
Count it all up right in front of me
My rider say big face hundreds
And a hundred chicken wings for my drummer
All blue M&M's for my moma
Yeah I get it honest a real prima donna
I don't need security nigga you can try me if you wanna
Just cash out that check for me
If you ain't got that nigga don't check for me
Don't call my phone don't mess with me
When Im with my child, laid up or sleep
I don't even want you texting me
So no bread for me
While I got this fine ass, light skinned, blonde haired girl sexiness me
Don't call my phone don't mess with me
I told em
You know what I told em
I said Bitch Im famous Im the international entertainer
I said Bitch Im famous
Better recognize
I want my money money money money baby
Give me my money money money money baby
I want my money money money money baby
Give my money money money like
Bitch better have my money
I said Bitch better have my money
Like count it all up right in front of me
Bitch better have my money
I said Bitch better have my money like
You better have my money right
Count it all up right in front of me
Bitch better have my money ha
Better have my money
Count it all up right in front of me
Ha
Better have my money right
Ha
It goes fe fi foe fun
Where the hell these lame niggas come from
I heard that before cover song ass nigga
You don't really want none
Fe fi foe fum
Where the hell these lame niggas come from
Who wan test me now trust me homeboy you don't want none
The city named me the best under bright lights
I guess I got the best show in the nightlife
I got a real good thrill for a nice price
Yeah a nice price
You don't wanna pay that so you say you'll catch me on the internet
But you pay to see this karaoke bitch sing Beyonce
Yo that's not right
I should charge for my YouTube highlight
Here's a message to fake ass promoters
My middle finger been up you ain't notice
Me pay you for what that's bogus
You ain't a pimp, I ain't a hoe bruh
How about um... F*ck your exposure
I was thinking more like Access Hollywood
Im on TV every mother f*ckin day in case you ain't know bruh
I told em
Better have my money
Bitch better have my money
You better have my money
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It goes tic too tic tac toe
Who the hell knocking at back door
Tell em stop yo
Cause it ain't enough room for them niggas on the top floor
Tic toc tic tac toe
They say they hating on 4 when they talk oh
I don't never hear em talk tho
Cause I can't hear them niggas on the ground from the top floor
I told em
You know what I told em, I said
Bitch I'm famous, Im the international entertainer
Damn right! I said Bitch Im famous
Nigga you better recognize
Bitch better have my money like
Count it all up right in front of me
My rider say big face hundreds
And a hundred chicken wings for my drummer
All blue M&M's for my moma
Yeah I get it honest a real prima donna
I don't need security nigga you can try me if you wanna
Just cash out that check for me
If you ain't got that nigga don't check for me
Don't call my phone don't mess with me
When Im with my child, laid up or sleep
I don't even want you texting me
So no bread for me
While I got this fine ass, light skinned, blonde haired girl sexiness me
Don't call my phone don't mess with me
I told em
You know what I told em
I said Bitch Im famous Im the international entertainer
I said Bitch Im famous
Better recognize
I want my money money money money baby
Give me my money money money money baby
I want my money money money money baby
Give my money money money like
Bitch better have my money
I said Bitch better have my money
Like count it all up right in front of me
Bitch better have my money
I said Bitch better have my money like
You better have my money right
Count it all up right in front of me
Bitch better have my money ha
Better have my money
Count it all up right in front of me
Ha
Better have my money right
Ha
It goes fe fi foe fun
Where the hell these lame niggas come from
I heard that before cover song ass nigga
You don't really want none
Fe fi foe fum
Where the hell these lame niggas come from
Who wan test me now trust me homeboy you don't want none
The city named me the best under bright lights
I guess I got the best show in the nightlife
I got a real good thrill for a nice price
Yeah a nice price
You don't wanna pay that so you say you'll catch me on the internet
But you pay to see this karaoke bitch sing Beyonce
Yo that's not right
I should charge for my YouTube highlight
Here's a message to fake ass promoters
My middle finger been up you ain't notice
Me pay you for what that's bogus
You ain't a pimp, I ain't a hoe bruh
How about um... F*ck your exposure
I was thinking more like Access Hollywood
Im on TV every mother f*ckin day in case you ain't know bruh
I told em
Better have my money
Bitch better have my money
You better have my money
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Writer: Eugene Jackson
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