These niggaz aint really bout nothin
The whole time
Yall be faking and frontin
Man these bitches dont be talkin bout nothin
Causin drama
Just to get into somethin
Man im really not sure bout nothin
But this money keep comin
Im runnin the game
So tuck in ya chain
Im f*ckin tha lames
Up in ya face
Cant keep up with tha pace
So change lanes nigga
No snakes
And no fakes
And no jakes
In ma circle
No shake
Thats All weight
All day on that purple
Yall niggaz really bitches with the rumors
Heard a nigga eatin
Now u want a burger
These bitches thicker than snicker
But a nigga workin round the clock
So i had to curve her
Hold up
She willin to wait for me to serve her
Im willin to chill if she can hook a plate up
But in the morning then i gotta burn her
Still stuck around for the wake and bake
Late f*ck
Got shaped up
Hit tha car
Got blazed up
Haters make up shit
But never face up
Get ya weight way up
This shit is a lay up
Eyes open
So they could never betray us
These niggaz aint really bout nothin
The whole time
Yall be faking and frontin
Man these bitches dont be talkin bout nothin
Causin drama
Just to get into somethin
Man im really not sure bout nothin
But this money keep comin
Im runnin the game
So tuck in ya chain
Im f*ckin tha lames
Up in ya face
Cant keep up with tha pace
So change lanes nigga
I dont need props for shit im supposed to do
But i need that top
For that ocean view
I dont control her
But she do it cause i told her too
Now hoe tellin everybody
Like a hoe would do
Also i wrap around niggaz
Like a cobra do
Spittin venomous
And leave a whole im you
I roc a fella
Makin john d and oprah moves
Im Guess its destiny child
What would hova do
Hmmmmmm
But im beyond sayin it
Takin it to
Another level they could never get
To
Even if u got a crane to lift you
Ima be over niggaz heads
Like chemtrails and missles
But hey if shit sells
Im pissed too
Bouta start whippin the pistol
Out like dick to
Ya mouth
Put in to
Give a kiss you
Little bitch you
Better get loose
They tryna kick it like jujitsu
Im tryna get it and get rich too
Tell em a nigga is on his shit boo
"Yall niggaz aint f*ckin with this dude"
Yall niggaz can hate but it aint
Did u
No good but keep it up
Cause the rents due
And ya bitch is something ima look in to
I know that i talk a whole lot of shit ooouuuuuu
These niggaz aint really bout nothin
The whole time
Yall be faking and frontin
Man these bitches dont be talkin bout nothin
Causin drama
Just to get into somethin
Man im really not sure bout nothin
But this money keep comin
Im runnin the game
So tuck in ya chain
Im f*ckin tha lames
Up in ya face
Cant keep up with tha pace
So change lanes nigga
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These niggaz aint really bout nothin
The whole time
Yall be faking and frontin
Man these bitches dont be talkin bout nothin
Causin drama
Just to get into somethin
Man im really not sure bout nothin
But this money keep comin
Im runnin the game
So tuck in ya chain
Im f*ckin tha lames
Up in ya face
Cant keep up with tha pace
So change lanes nigga
No snakes
And no fakes
And no jakes
In ma circle
No shake
Thats All weight
All day on that purple
Yall niggaz really bitches with the rumors
Heard a nigga eatin
Now u want a burger
These bitches thicker than snicker
But a nigga workin round the clock
So i had to curve her
Hold up
She willin to wait for me to serve her
Im willin to chill if she can hook a plate up
But in the morning then i gotta burn her
Still stuck around for the wake and bake
Late f*ck
Got shaped up
Hit tha car
Got blazed up
Haters make up shit
But never face up
Get ya weight way up
This shit is a lay up
Eyes open
So they could never betray us
These niggaz aint really bout nothin
The whole time
Yall be faking and frontin
Man these bitches dont be talkin bout nothin
Causin drama
Just to get into somethin
Man im really not sure bout nothin
But this money keep comin
Im runnin the game
So tuck in ya chain
Im f*ckin tha lames
Up in ya face
Cant keep up with tha pace
So change lanes nigga
I dont need props for shit im supposed to do
But i need that top
For that ocean view
I dont control her
But she do it cause i told her too
Now hoe tellin everybody
Like a hoe would do
Also i wrap around niggaz
Like a cobra do
Spittin venomous
And leave a whole im you
I roc a fella
Makin john d and oprah moves
Im Guess its destiny child
What would hova do
Hmmmmmm
But im beyond sayin it
Takin it to
Another level they could never get
To
Even if u got a crane to lift you
Ima be over niggaz heads
Like chemtrails and missles
But hey if shit sells
Im pissed too
Bouta start whippin the pistol
Out like dick to
Ya mouth
Put in to
Give a kiss you
Little bitch you
Better get loose
They tryna kick it like jujitsu
Im tryna get it and get rich too
Tell em a nigga is on his shit boo
"Yall niggaz aint f*ckin with this dude"
Yall niggaz can hate but it aint
Did u
No good but keep it up
Cause the rents due
And ya bitch is something ima look in to
I know that i talk a whole lot of shit ooouuuuuu
These niggaz aint really bout nothin
The whole time
Yall be faking and frontin
Man these bitches dont be talkin bout nothin
Causin drama
Just to get into somethin
Man im really not sure bout nothin
But this money keep comin
Im runnin the game
So tuck in ya chain
Im f*ckin tha lames
Up in ya face
Cant keep up with tha pace
So change lanes nigga
The whole time
Yall be faking and frontin
Man these bitches dont be talkin bout nothin
Causin drama
Just to get into somethin
Man im really not sure bout nothin
But this money keep comin
Im runnin the game
So tuck in ya chain
Im f*ckin tha lames
Up in ya face
Cant keep up with tha pace
So change lanes nigga
No snakes
And no fakes
And no jakes
In ma circle
No shake
Thats All weight
All day on that purple
Yall niggaz really bitches with the rumors
Heard a nigga eatin
Now u want a burger
These bitches thicker than snicker
But a nigga workin round the clock
So i had to curve her
Hold up
She willin to wait for me to serve her
Im willin to chill if she can hook a plate up
But in the morning then i gotta burn her
Still stuck around for the wake and bake
Late f*ck
Got shaped up
Hit tha car
Got blazed up
Haters make up shit
But never face up
Get ya weight way up
This shit is a lay up
Eyes open
So they could never betray us
These niggaz aint really bout nothin
The whole time
Yall be faking and frontin
Man these bitches dont be talkin bout nothin
Causin drama
Just to get into somethin
Man im really not sure bout nothin
But this money keep comin
Im runnin the game
So tuck in ya chain
Im f*ckin tha lames
Up in ya face
Cant keep up with tha pace
So change lanes nigga
I dont need props for shit im supposed to do
But i need that top
For that ocean view
I dont control her
But she do it cause i told her too
Now hoe tellin everybody
Like a hoe would do
Also i wrap around niggaz
Like a cobra do
Spittin venomous
And leave a whole im you
I roc a fella
Makin john d and oprah moves
Im Guess its destiny child
What would hova do
Hmmmmmm
But im beyond sayin it
Takin it to
Another level they could never get
To
Even if u got a crane to lift you
Ima be over niggaz heads
Like chemtrails and missles
But hey if shit sells
Im pissed too
Bouta start whippin the pistol
Out like dick to
Ya mouth
Put in to
Give a kiss you
Little bitch you
Better get loose
They tryna kick it like jujitsu
Im tryna get it and get rich too
Tell em a nigga is on his shit boo
"Yall niggaz aint f*ckin with this dude"
Yall niggaz can hate but it aint
Did u
No good but keep it up
Cause the rents due
And ya bitch is something ima look in to
I know that i talk a whole lot of shit ooouuuuuu
These niggaz aint really bout nothin
The whole time
Yall be faking and frontin
Man these bitches dont be talkin bout nothin
Causin drama
Just to get into somethin
Man im really not sure bout nothin
But this money keep comin
Im runnin the game
So tuck in ya chain
Im f*ckin tha lames
Up in ya face
Cant keep up with tha pace
So change lanes nigga
Writer: Michael Jones
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid