Yo whaddup, what you on?
(What you on?)
What I'm on?
(Yeah)
You called me, you texted me?
(Yeah, whassup with my flight though?)
She say she in love with a young nigga, she wanna have fun
Think she want my funds, I think this bitch think I'm dumb
She say she in love with a young nigga, she love my son
Now she want a son, this bitch finna make me run
Gotta get the f*ck away from her
Hit the trap in the kitchen, baking up
I be thinking 'bout money when I'm waking up
Bitch, I'm Almighty, I don't wait for nothing
Here the Caper comin'
Tadoe got a MAC, finna spray this bum (dududuh)
Take his thrax, take his racks
Take his packs, take that bag
F*ck it, might just pull off in this car (skrr-skrr-skrr)
Might just pull off with his thot (thottie)
She was in the whip too
F*ck, she with the shits too (she with it)
She say she'll let a pistol rip too (bang)
So I'm like, "Come on, let's roll" (come on, let's go)
You know you snitch on me, it's over (snitch on me it's done)
Let's hop in the Range Rover
Don't let a bitch drink 'til she had a hangover
She say she in love with a young nigga, she wanna have fun
Think she want my funds, I think this bitch think I'm dumb
She say she in love with a young nigga, she love my son
Now she want a son, this bitch finna make me run
Gotta get the f*ck away from her
Hit the trap in the kitchen, baking up
I be thinking 'bout money when I'm waking up
Bitch, I'm Almighty, I don't wait for nothing
That's the issue (that's the motherf*cking issue)
That's the issue, you don't got my tissue (you don't got my tissue)
That's that paper (that paper)
Paper roll (paper roll)
We gon' come through your spot and we taking over (we taking over, bitch)
Pull up to your party and we taking hoes (we taking your hoes, bitch)
Ain't tryna f*ck, get out, bitch, we breaking hoes (we breaking hoes, bitch)
I got a fifty thousand f*cking Breitling on (Breitling on, bling)
You don't know me, bitch, what your whole life been on? (What your whole life been on? Dang)
Can't give my number, I'm Skyping hoes (I'm Skyping hoes, gang)
Hoes give number out, that shit ain't right with hoes (right with hoes, damn)
Swear I can't spend my life with hoes (life with hoes, dang)
Bitch, I ride and spend my life with my bros (life with bros, gang)
She say she in love with a young nigga, she wanna have fun
Think she want my funds, I think this bitch think I'm dumb
She say she in love with a young nigga, she love my son
Now she want a son, this bitch finna make me run
Gotta get the f*ck away from her
Hit the trap in the kitchen, baking up
I be thinking 'bout money when I'm waking up
Bitch, I'm Almighty, I don't wait for nothing
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English
Yo whaddup, what you on?
(What you on?)
What I'm on?
(Yeah)
You called me, you texted me?
(Yeah, whassup with my flight though?)
She say she in love with a young nigga, she wanna have fun
Think she want my funds, I think this bitch think I'm dumb
She say she in love with a young nigga, she love my son
Now she want a son, this bitch finna make me run
Gotta get the f*ck away from her
Hit the trap in the kitchen, baking up
I be thinking 'bout money when I'm waking up
Bitch, I'm Almighty, I don't wait for nothing
Here the Caper comin'
Tadoe got a MAC, finna spray this bum (dududuh)
Take his thrax, take his racks
Take his packs, take that bag
F*ck it, might just pull off in this car (skrr-skrr-skrr)
Might just pull off with his thot (thottie)
She was in the whip too
F*ck, she with the shits too (she with it)
She say she'll let a pistol rip too (bang)
So I'm like, "Come on, let's roll" (come on, let's go)
You know you snitch on me, it's over (snitch on me it's done)
Let's hop in the Range Rover
Don't let a bitch drink 'til she had a hangover
She say she in love with a young nigga, she wanna have fun
Think she want my funds, I think this bitch think I'm dumb
She say she in love with a young nigga, she love my son
Now she want a son, this bitch finna make me run
Gotta get the f*ck away from her
Hit the trap in the kitchen, baking up
I be thinking 'bout money when I'm waking up
Bitch, I'm Almighty, I don't wait for nothing
That's the issue (that's the motherf*cking issue)
That's the issue, you don't got my tissue (you don't got my tissue)
That's that paper (that paper)
Paper roll (paper roll)
We gon' come through your spot and we taking over (we taking over, bitch)
Pull up to your party and we taking hoes (we taking your hoes, bitch)
Ain't tryna f*ck, get out, bitch, we breaking hoes (we breaking hoes, bitch)
I got a fifty thousand f*cking Breitling on (Breitling on, bling)
You don't know me, bitch, what your whole life been on? (What your whole life been on? Dang)
Can't give my number, I'm Skyping hoes (I'm Skyping hoes, gang)
Hoes give number out, that shit ain't right with hoes (right with hoes, damn)
Swear I can't spend my life with hoes (life with hoes, dang)
Bitch, I ride and spend my life with my bros (life with bros, gang)
She say she in love with a young nigga, she wanna have fun
Think she want my funds, I think this bitch think I'm dumb
She say she in love with a young nigga, she love my son
Now she want a son, this bitch finna make me run
Gotta get the f*ck away from her
Hit the trap in the kitchen, baking up
I be thinking 'bout money when I'm waking up
Bitch, I'm Almighty, I don't wait for nothing
(What you on?)
What I'm on?
(Yeah)
You called me, you texted me?
(Yeah, whassup with my flight though?)
She say she in love with a young nigga, she wanna have fun
Think she want my funds, I think this bitch think I'm dumb
She say she in love with a young nigga, she love my son
Now she want a son, this bitch finna make me run
Gotta get the f*ck away from her
Hit the trap in the kitchen, baking up
I be thinking 'bout money when I'm waking up
Bitch, I'm Almighty, I don't wait for nothing
Here the Caper comin'
Tadoe got a MAC, finna spray this bum (dududuh)
Take his thrax, take his racks
Take his packs, take that bag
F*ck it, might just pull off in this car (skrr-skrr-skrr)
Might just pull off with his thot (thottie)
She was in the whip too
F*ck, she with the shits too (she with it)
She say she'll let a pistol rip too (bang)
So I'm like, "Come on, let's roll" (come on, let's go)
You know you snitch on me, it's over (snitch on me it's done)
Let's hop in the Range Rover
Don't let a bitch drink 'til she had a hangover
She say she in love with a young nigga, she wanna have fun
Think she want my funds, I think this bitch think I'm dumb
She say she in love with a young nigga, she love my son
Now she want a son, this bitch finna make me run
Gotta get the f*ck away from her
Hit the trap in the kitchen, baking up
I be thinking 'bout money when I'm waking up
Bitch, I'm Almighty, I don't wait for nothing
That's the issue (that's the motherf*cking issue)
That's the issue, you don't got my tissue (you don't got my tissue)
That's that paper (that paper)
Paper roll (paper roll)
We gon' come through your spot and we taking over (we taking over, bitch)
Pull up to your party and we taking hoes (we taking your hoes, bitch)
Ain't tryna f*ck, get out, bitch, we breaking hoes (we breaking hoes, bitch)
I got a fifty thousand f*cking Breitling on (Breitling on, bling)
You don't know me, bitch, what your whole life been on? (What your whole life been on? Dang)
Can't give my number, I'm Skyping hoes (I'm Skyping hoes, gang)
Hoes give number out, that shit ain't right with hoes (right with hoes, damn)
Swear I can't spend my life with hoes (life with hoes, dang)
Bitch, I ride and spend my life with my bros (life with bros, gang)
She say she in love with a young nigga, she wanna have fun
Think she want my funds, I think this bitch think I'm dumb
She say she in love with a young nigga, she love my son
Now she want a son, this bitch finna make me run
Gotta get the f*ck away from her
Hit the trap in the kitchen, baking up
I be thinking 'bout money when I'm waking up
Bitch, I'm Almighty, I don't wait for nothing
Writer: Don Paschall, Keith Cozart
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Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.