Uh, yeah baby
Oh, whoa-oh
Aye, aye, pop out at his party, I'm screamin' mob (mob)
And my boys gon' go retarded, I point then somebody die (yeah baby)
Gotta thing for my gun, so I'm keepin' it by my side (woop, woop, woop)
Come in, they catch me, and I'ma lie
Aye, pull up from the party, and head back to the trap house
Niggas sellin' crack, sellin' weed, we was trapped out
Always keep a strap in the V if he act out
Been known for the cash, I'ma fiend, pull them racks
Aye, I'm really mobbin' throwin' M's everywhere that I go
I gotta lot of dead friends, I don't mind havin' some more
You smellin' weed before you see a nigga walk through the door
A lotta' bad bitches, money make 'em come by the load
I'm really out here chasin' money, shit just come with the hoes
And first the money, then the power, if you got it, it show
I'ma earn my respect, once you got it you glow
And I came in this bitch with it ready to blow (ooh-whoa)
Yeah baby
Ooh-whoa
Ooh-whoa
Ooh-whoa
Oh, yeah baby
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Uh, yeah baby
Oh, whoa-oh
Aye, aye, pop out at his party, I'm screamin' mob (mob)
And my boys gon' go retarded, I point then somebody die (yeah baby)
Gotta thing for my gun, so I'm keepin' it by my side (woop, woop, woop)
Come in, they catch me, and I'ma lie
Aye, pull up from the party, and head back to the trap house
Niggas sellin' crack, sellin' weed, we was trapped out
Always keep a strap in the V if he act out
Been known for the cash, I'ma fiend, pull them racks
Aye, I'm really mobbin' throwin' M's everywhere that I go
I gotta lot of dead friends, I don't mind havin' some more
You smellin' weed before you see a nigga walk through the door
A lotta' bad bitches, money make 'em come by the load
I'm really out here chasin' money, shit just come with the hoes
And first the money, then the power, if you got it, it show
I'ma earn my respect, once you got it you glow
And I came in this bitch with it ready to blow (ooh-whoa)
Yeah baby
Ooh-whoa
Ooh-whoa
Ooh-whoa
Oh, yeah baby
Oh, whoa-oh
Aye, aye, pop out at his party, I'm screamin' mob (mob)
And my boys gon' go retarded, I point then somebody die (yeah baby)
Gotta thing for my gun, so I'm keepin' it by my side (woop, woop, woop)
Come in, they catch me, and I'ma lie
Aye, pull up from the party, and head back to the trap house
Niggas sellin' crack, sellin' weed, we was trapped out
Always keep a strap in the V if he act out
Been known for the cash, I'ma fiend, pull them racks
Aye, I'm really mobbin' throwin' M's everywhere that I go
I gotta lot of dead friends, I don't mind havin' some more
You smellin' weed before you see a nigga walk through the door
A lotta' bad bitches, money make 'em come by the load
I'm really out here chasin' money, shit just come with the hoes
And first the money, then the power, if you got it, it show
I'ma earn my respect, once you got it you glow
And I came in this bitch with it ready to blow (ooh-whoa)
Yeah baby
Ooh-whoa
Ooh-whoa
Ooh-whoa
Oh, yeah baby
Writer: Willie Maxwell II
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC