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(It's official) yah, yah, yeah (Huh)
Yah, yah, yeah (Come on)
Yah, yah, yeah (Yah yah yah) yah, yah, yeah

I won't beef on the internet
I'll see him and say it to his face
One day we gon' fade away
We gotta turn up 'til our last day (Huh)
I prayed to God
He told me change my dirty ways
When I pull up to her house, I'm in and out
She know I don't never stay
I love my money, best friend
We go hand-in hand like patty cake
Bitch, I made a way
Through all the bullshit
I'm in a better space (yeah)
Bitch, it ain't no love, welcome
To the player's club, no Lisa Raye
Really don't give a f*ck
Bet you can't find a bitch I'll ever chase
(Yah) what you say? Send them young niggas
They gon' step all on your f*ckin' face
(yeah) i can't trust a bitch
They'll start cryin' and still
Lyin' in your face (yeah)
If it ain't 'bout a dollar dollar
I don't wanna holler, nigga
F*ck a conversation
Mama used to hold me in her
Arms, I'm the last son, ruthie's last baby

Bad bitch, yes, count up a check
Told all of my opps, "For Christmas
I'ma buy you a vest"
Fifth on my neck, drippin'
I'm makin' a mess
I know they hated to see it
They ain't wanna see him like that
I'm the best, tell them I said it
Floyd Mayweather, you Connor McGregor
Bad bitch, yes, count up a check
Told all of my opps, "For Christmas
I'ma buy you a vest"

Drinkin' Milwaukee slow, old lady
Better keep you a gun for your safety
I smoke Pink Runtz, it was tasty
But I've been smokin' Gary Payton lately
I cannot sleep if I don't eat
Bitch, I'm a beast like Anthony Davis
Go through a lot of pain, but I fake it
Niggas just copy me, follow me, paste it
F*cked me a cougar, she wasn't even basic
Even though we was two different ages
Know I love Talia, Tamiyah
Jamiyah and Jalia, my pretty baby
You only get hit when you in the way
Your partner was gonna get hit anyway
Nigga got a whole chance to win
But you got your pride in the way
I don't even know how much more
Pain this young nigga can take
All I know, he'll never fold
That young nigga goin' all the way
Prayed to God, he made a
Way, knocked a nigga off, tried to take
What I work hard for, not
Today, when they felt 'em, he was far away

Bad bitch, yes, count up a check
Told all of my opps, "For Christmas
I'ma buy you a vest"
Fifth on my neck, drippin'
I'm makin' a mess
I know they hated to see it
They ain't wanna see him like that
I'm the best, tell them I said it
Floyd Mayweather, you Connor McGregor
Bad bitch, yes, count up a check
Told all of my opps, "For Christmas
I'ma buy you a vest"

Bad bitch, yes, count up a check
Bad bitch, yes, count up a check
Told all of my opps, "For Christmas
I'ma buy you a vest"
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(It's official) yah, yah, yeah (Huh)
Yah, yah, yeah (Come on)
Yah, yah, yeah (Yah yah yah) yah, yah, yeah

I won't beef on the internet
I'll see him and say it to his face
One day we gon' fade away
We gotta turn up 'til our last day (Huh)
I prayed to God
He told me change my dirty ways
When I pull up to her house, I'm in and out
She know I don't never stay
I love my money, best friend
We go hand-in hand like patty cake
Bitch, I made a way
Through all the bullshit
I'm in a better space (yeah)
Bitch, it ain't no love, welcome
To the player's club, no Lisa Raye
Really don't give a f*ck
Bet you can't find a bitch I'll ever chase
(Yah) what you say? Send them young niggas
They gon' step all on your f*ckin' face
(yeah) i can't trust a bitch
They'll start cryin' and still
Lyin' in your face (yeah)
If it ain't 'bout a dollar dollar
I don't wanna holler, nigga
F*ck a conversation
Mama used to hold me in her
Arms, I'm the last son, ruthie's last baby

Bad bitch, yes, count up a check
Told all of my opps, "For Christmas
I'ma buy you a vest"
Fifth on my neck, drippin'
I'm makin' a mess
I know they hated to see it
They ain't wanna see him like that
I'm the best, tell them I said it
Floyd Mayweather, you Connor McGregor
Bad bitch, yes, count up a check
Told all of my opps, "For Christmas
I'ma buy you a vest"

Drinkin' Milwaukee slow, old lady
Better keep you a gun for your safety
I smoke Pink Runtz, it was tasty
But I've been smokin' Gary Payton lately
I cannot sleep if I don't eat
Bitch, I'm a beast like Anthony Davis
Go through a lot of pain, but I fake it
Niggas just copy me, follow me, paste it
F*cked me a cougar, she wasn't even basic
Even though we was two different ages
Know I love Talia, Tamiyah
Jamiyah and Jalia, my pretty baby
You only get hit when you in the way
Your partner was gonna get hit anyway
Nigga got a whole chance to win
But you got your pride in the way
I don't even know how much more
Pain this young nigga can take
All I know, he'll never fold
That young nigga goin' all the way
Prayed to God, he made a
Way, knocked a nigga off, tried to take
What I work hard for, not
Today, when they felt 'em, he was far away

Bad bitch, yes, count up a check
Told all of my opps, "For Christmas
I'ma buy you a vest"
Fifth on my neck, drippin'
I'm makin' a mess
I know they hated to see it
They ain't wanna see him like that
I'm the best, tell them I said it
Floyd Mayweather, you Connor McGregor
Bad bitch, yes, count up a check
Told all of my opps, "For Christmas
I'ma buy you a vest"

Bad bitch, yes, count up a check
Bad bitch, yes, count up a check
Told all of my opps, "For Christmas
I'ma buy you a vest"
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Writer: JOSEPH THOMAS BOYDEN, KEVIONE AUSTIN
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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