Yeah, wondering where I'm at, I'm where the money be
This nigga think he buzzin' but he sweet, he just like honey bee
I ain't beefin' with that nigga, he a son to me
She know I like it sloppy, get that towel, put it under me, yeah
I got class, let me teach your ass a lesson, yeah
I only FEAR GOD, so I'm scared of my reflection, yeah
She know she a snack, I might just put her in concession, yeah
All I make is hits, might just catch me a domestic, aye
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm masked up, they can't notice me
Yeah, yeah, she a wife to you, but she a ho to me
Yeah, yeah, told my niggas slide, they on go for me
Yeah, yeah, the way that I been ballin' might go overseas
Yeah, I'm the chief, but you don't gotta call me Sosa, uh
Bitch, I feel like Yachty, cause I got it in my holster, yeah
I been out here gettin' to this bread like I'm a toaster, yeah
Walkie-talkie, if you speakin' on me, then it's over
You a simp, son, like Homer, if she bad, I might approach her
Hit her once, I need my space, she know I always been a loner
Disrespect, I don't condone it, touch my family, you a goner
Bitch, I feel like Jerry Jones, the world is mine, bitch, I'm the owner
Niggas hatin', I don't get it, that's your bitch, my bad, I hit it
Niggas know I run the game, but they still can't afford a ticket
I don't smoke, I never fried, but I'm still all about my chicken, yeah
I just get this green, stay out the way, and mind my business
All I speak is facts, and niggas mad, cause it's the truth
Niggas postin' guns that they ain't never gonna use
She see I'm in her city, hit her up, like, what's the moves, yeah
Hit it, then I kick her out, she tell me that I'm rude
I ain't gon' lie, I hit some bitches I ain't care about
My sneaky link a solid ho, my business, she won't air it out
Told a girl "I'm tryna make a movie like a Paramount"
If she ever let me get that coochie, I'ma wear it out, yeah
I want all the properties and the amenities
She wanna f*ck, my dick too big to take a bitch virginity
Yuh, aye
She like to get freaky off that Hennessy
She not a volunteer, but she a ten and she from Tennessee
You know I'm all about a bag, where the money at
I'm payin' niggas just to spin, like a laundromat
My opps be always crackin' jokes, so where the funny at
I got niggas lookin' for you niggas, they like, where you at
Yeah, wondering where I'm at, I'm where the money be
This nigga think he buzzin' but he sweet, he just like honey bee
I ain't beefin' with that nigga, he a son to me
She know I like it sloppy, get that towel, put it under me, yeah
I got class, let me teach your ass a lesson, yeah
I only FEAR GOD, so I'm scared of my reflection, yeah
She know she a snack, I might just put her in concession, yeah
All I make is hits, might just catch me a domestic, aye
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm masked up, they can't notice me
Yeah, yeah, she a wife to you, but she a ho to me
Yeah, yeah, told my niggas slide, they on go for me
Yeah, yeah, the way that I been ballin' might go overseas
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Yeah, wondering where I'm at, I'm where the money be
This nigga think he buzzin' but he sweet, he just like honey bee
I ain't beefin' with that nigga, he a son to me
She know I like it sloppy, get that towel, put it under me, yeah
I got class, let me teach your ass a lesson, yeah
I only FEAR GOD, so I'm scared of my reflection, yeah
She know she a snack, I might just put her in concession, yeah
All I make is hits, might just catch me a domestic, aye
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm masked up, they can't notice me
Yeah, yeah, she a wife to you, but she a ho to me
Yeah, yeah, told my niggas slide, they on go for me
Yeah, yeah, the way that I been ballin' might go overseas
Yeah, I'm the chief, but you don't gotta call me Sosa, uh
Bitch, I feel like Yachty, cause I got it in my holster, yeah
I been out here gettin' to this bread like I'm a toaster, yeah
Walkie-talkie, if you speakin' on me, then it's over
You a simp, son, like Homer, if she bad, I might approach her
Hit her once, I need my space, she know I always been a loner
Disrespect, I don't condone it, touch my family, you a goner
Bitch, I feel like Jerry Jones, the world is mine, bitch, I'm the owner
Niggas hatin', I don't get it, that's your bitch, my bad, I hit it
Niggas know I run the game, but they still can't afford a ticket
I don't smoke, I never fried, but I'm still all about my chicken, yeah
I just get this green, stay out the way, and mind my business
All I speak is facts, and niggas mad, cause it's the truth
Niggas postin' guns that they ain't never gonna use
She see I'm in her city, hit her up, like, what's the moves, yeah
Hit it, then I kick her out, she tell me that I'm rude
I ain't gon' lie, I hit some bitches I ain't care about
My sneaky link a solid ho, my business, she won't air it out
Told a girl "I'm tryna make a movie like a Paramount"
If she ever let me get that coochie, I'ma wear it out, yeah
I want all the properties and the amenities
She wanna f*ck, my dick too big to take a bitch virginity
Yuh, aye
She like to get freaky off that Hennessy
She not a volunteer, but she a ten and she from Tennessee
You know I'm all about a bag, where the money at
I'm payin' niggas just to spin, like a laundromat
My opps be always crackin' jokes, so where the funny at
I got niggas lookin' for you niggas, they like, where you at
Yeah, wondering where I'm at, I'm where the money be
This nigga think he buzzin' but he sweet, he just like honey bee
I ain't beefin' with that nigga, he a son to me
She know I like it sloppy, get that towel, put it under me, yeah
I got class, let me teach your ass a lesson, yeah
I only FEAR GOD, so I'm scared of my reflection, yeah
She know she a snack, I might just put her in concession, yeah
All I make is hits, might just catch me a domestic, aye
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm masked up, they can't notice me
Yeah, yeah, she a wife to you, but she a ho to me
Yeah, yeah, told my niggas slide, they on go for me
Yeah, yeah, the way that I been ballin' might go overseas
This nigga think he buzzin' but he sweet, he just like honey bee
I ain't beefin' with that nigga, he a son to me
She know I like it sloppy, get that towel, put it under me, yeah
I got class, let me teach your ass a lesson, yeah
I only FEAR GOD, so I'm scared of my reflection, yeah
She know she a snack, I might just put her in concession, yeah
All I make is hits, might just catch me a domestic, aye
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm masked up, they can't notice me
Yeah, yeah, she a wife to you, but she a ho to me
Yeah, yeah, told my niggas slide, they on go for me
Yeah, yeah, the way that I been ballin' might go overseas
Yeah, I'm the chief, but you don't gotta call me Sosa, uh
Bitch, I feel like Yachty, cause I got it in my holster, yeah
I been out here gettin' to this bread like I'm a toaster, yeah
Walkie-talkie, if you speakin' on me, then it's over
You a simp, son, like Homer, if she bad, I might approach her
Hit her once, I need my space, she know I always been a loner
Disrespect, I don't condone it, touch my family, you a goner
Bitch, I feel like Jerry Jones, the world is mine, bitch, I'm the owner
Niggas hatin', I don't get it, that's your bitch, my bad, I hit it
Niggas know I run the game, but they still can't afford a ticket
I don't smoke, I never fried, but I'm still all about my chicken, yeah
I just get this green, stay out the way, and mind my business
All I speak is facts, and niggas mad, cause it's the truth
Niggas postin' guns that they ain't never gonna use
She see I'm in her city, hit her up, like, what's the moves, yeah
Hit it, then I kick her out, she tell me that I'm rude
I ain't gon' lie, I hit some bitches I ain't care about
My sneaky link a solid ho, my business, she won't air it out
Told a girl "I'm tryna make a movie like a Paramount"
If she ever let me get that coochie, I'ma wear it out, yeah
I want all the properties and the amenities
She wanna f*ck, my dick too big to take a bitch virginity
Yuh, aye
She like to get freaky off that Hennessy
She not a volunteer, but she a ten and she from Tennessee
You know I'm all about a bag, where the money at
I'm payin' niggas just to spin, like a laundromat
My opps be always crackin' jokes, so where the funny at
I got niggas lookin' for you niggas, they like, where you at
Yeah, wondering where I'm at, I'm where the money be
This nigga think he buzzin' but he sweet, he just like honey bee
I ain't beefin' with that nigga, he a son to me
She know I like it sloppy, get that towel, put it under me, yeah
I got class, let me teach your ass a lesson, yeah
I only FEAR GOD, so I'm scared of my reflection, yeah
She know she a snack, I might just put her in concession, yeah
All I make is hits, might just catch me a domestic, aye
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm masked up, they can't notice me
Yeah, yeah, she a wife to you, but she a ho to me
Yeah, yeah, told my niggas slide, they on go for me
Yeah, yeah, the way that I been ballin' might go overseas
Writer: Quantrell Mitchell
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