Been Dat Lyrics by Bigg Cyfa

Yeah
When it comes back around, yeah
You've got to make sure it's yours

Uuuuuuu uuuhh yeeee


A hustle in the streets, yep, I been dat
I been dat
All about my paper, dog, I been dat
I been dat
A nigga remained real, yep, I been dat
I been dat
Cop a new Benz, hopped up in that
Go and cop some sticky, roll a zigzag
And you can hit this a couple times
And you're gonna feel that
And if he says the wrong thing
He'll get peeled back
And hidden in those hidden hills
Is where the thrills at

And when you come around
We gon' bring that come around
I got that boom, dog
We gon' bring that thunder out
Make her throw that ass up
And bring that money down
And if you let that top back
You see it's sunny now

Yeah, that's what this money feel like
That's what this money feel like


I'm talking big bags, talking big bags
I need big cash
Foreign car, push-to-start button
Man, I need that
Mansions on top of mansions
Yep, I see dat
Sitting off in the hills, dog
I can't believe dat
Bad yellow bone, man
She's trying to have my fetus
Million dollar shopping sprees
She wanna spend the visa
Pull up in Paris, man
To see the Mona Lisa
Fat ass in that Fendi, dog
A nigga 'bout to freak her


A hustle in the streets, yep, I been dat
I been dat
All about my paper, dog, I been dat
I been dat
A nigga remained real, yep, I been dat
I been dat
Cop a new Benz, hopped up in that
Go and cop some sticky, roll a zigzag
And you can hit this a couple times
And you're gonna feel that
And if he says the wrong thing
He'll get peeled back
And hidden in those hidden hills
Is where the thrills at

And when you come around
We gon' bring that come around
I got that boom, dog
We gon' bring that thunder out
Make her throw that ass up
And bring that money down
And if you let that top back
You see it's sunny now

Yeah, that's what this money feel like
That's what this money feel like


That presidential Rollie, really getting cold on my arm
And every time I pull up, they gotta ring the alarm
They tell me, "Young Cyf, you're doing your thing
Going hard"
I tell 'em, "I ain't slowing down, boy, naw"
I'm on my NBA Jam, boy, ballin'
The city's betting on me, yeah, they all in
A little nigga from the streets, I had to go and eat
And everything rock now, dog, it ain't cheap
So what the f*ck I look like?
It ain't no stopping me


A hustle in the streets, yep, I been dat
I been dat
All about my paper, dog, I been dat
I been dat
A nigga remained real, yep, I been dat
I been dat
Cop a new Benz, hopped up in that
Go and cop some sticky, roll a zigzag
And you can hit this a couple times
And you're gonna feel that
And if he says the wrong thing
He'll get peeled back
And hidden in those hidden hills
Is where the thrills at

And when you come around
We gon' bring that come around
I got that boom, dog
We gon' bring that thunder out
Make her throw that ass up
And bring that money down
And if you let that top back
You see it's sunny now

When you let that top back
Yeah that's what this money feel like
When you let that top back
That's what this money feel like
You got to that have money to let that top back
Oh

[Thanks to daniela for adding these lyrics]