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Mustard on the beat, hoe

I'm that nigga, that motherf*cking nigga, nigga
I'm that nigga, that motherf*cking nigga
My bitch that bitch, she that motherf*cking bitch
She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick
I'm that nigga, that motherf*cking nigga, nigga
I'm that nigga, that motherf*cking nigga
My bitch that bitch, she that motherf*cking bitch
She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick

You madder than a bitch 'cause a nigga glowed up
I'm in a Aventador, this is not the Lambo' truck
I ain't the only one lit, my whole clique run it up
You want a G for free? For free? What the f*ck? (What the f*ck?)

I'm tired of these broke ass niggas standin' at the table
They wanna pull up and f*ck with the bitches, but they ain't buying no bottles
Nigga, buy some motherf*cking bottles, you, broke ass nigga

I can't stand a broke nigga, I can't stand a broke bitch
Five bands in all-ones, I just threw a whole fit
I'ma whole boss nigga, I keep me a boss bitch
I write it down on paper, then I check it off the list
All day, I'm running plays, running plays, I'm running plays
Ain't got time to clean the house, bitch, I got a maid
I came to make a movie, lil' bitch, I think I'm Blade
I'm a movie star, tell the promoter I need a raise
I don't talk in circles, no, this not a maze
I just f*cked a bad bitch, ooh, I'm in a daze
No, I'm not a water boy, nigga, I'm in the game
Put some money on your head, twenty piece, chump change
Nigga

Hell nah, hell nah, nigga, move the f*ck out the motherf*cking way
I'm tryna get to the niggas with the bag, I'm tryna get flewed out
And not like that, but you look like you ain't flyin' out shit, nigga

Pull up in a drop top, Uber, they ain't even hot
She was a good girl, but I turned her to a thot
Right pocket is a knot, left pocket hold a Glock
You can the next 50, nigga, take these nine shots
You always got somethin' bad to say, you a hater
You niggas penny pinching, man, I'm itching for that paper
I want a big crib, glass floors, elevator
I like that in-house pussy like Flava Flava
You in that baby mama Benz, that is not a stunt
You swear you doing somethin', man, your head is corrupt
Get you a nigga like me, bitch, I'm what's up
I just had to take her to brunch she let me f*ck

You talkin' like you got the motherf*cking check, but is you cuttin' it?
Nigga, that's your motherf*cking homeboy's section, nigga
Talkin' all that shit with a G-Shock on
Got your phone out, recordin' like a bitch, nigga, put your phone down

Came through with a hundred niggas with me, I'm a leader
If he say he about to shoot the shit up, you better believe him
I'm a dog, I'm a lion, I'm a f*cking hyena
Got it out the mud, you can't dirty 'cause you a diva
Lil' Boosie in the speaker, so you know I don't give no f*cks
YG hit your bitch, I really hit it, wasn't luck
The war cost money, nigga, get your dollars up
I'm buyin' handguns, choppas and bulletproof trucks
Still standin' ten years plus, I really do this
Pull your hair, hit it from the back, I really do this
Diamonds dancing, got these bitches jumpin' to conclusions
"YG ain't got a bag", Bitch, is you stupid?

What kinda car you drivin', nigga?
What kind of bitches is you f*cking?
I'm a top notch bitch and I like top notch shit
You better get your bag together, lil' nigga
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Mustard on the beat, hoe

I'm that nigga, that motherf*cking nigga, nigga
I'm that nigga, that motherf*cking nigga
My bitch that bitch, she that motherf*cking bitch
She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick
I'm that nigga, that motherf*cking nigga, nigga
I'm that nigga, that motherf*cking nigga
My bitch that bitch, she that motherf*cking bitch
She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick

You madder than a bitch 'cause a nigga glowed up
I'm in a Aventador, this is not the Lambo' truck
I ain't the only one lit, my whole clique run it up
You want a G for free? For free? What the f*ck? (What the f*ck?)

I'm tired of these broke ass niggas standin' at the table
They wanna pull up and f*ck with the bitches, but they ain't buying no bottles
Nigga, buy some motherf*cking bottles, you, broke ass nigga

I can't stand a broke nigga, I can't stand a broke bitch
Five bands in all-ones, I just threw a whole fit
I'ma whole boss nigga, I keep me a boss bitch
I write it down on paper, then I check it off the list
All day, I'm running plays, running plays, I'm running plays
Ain't got time to clean the house, bitch, I got a maid
I came to make a movie, lil' bitch, I think I'm Blade
I'm a movie star, tell the promoter I need a raise
I don't talk in circles, no, this not a maze
I just f*cked a bad bitch, ooh, I'm in a daze
No, I'm not a water boy, nigga, I'm in the game
Put some money on your head, twenty piece, chump change
Nigga

Hell nah, hell nah, nigga, move the f*ck out the motherf*cking way
I'm tryna get to the niggas with the bag, I'm tryna get flewed out
And not like that, but you look like you ain't flyin' out shit, nigga

Pull up in a drop top, Uber, they ain't even hot
She was a good girl, but I turned her to a thot
Right pocket is a knot, left pocket hold a Glock
You can the next 50, nigga, take these nine shots
You always got somethin' bad to say, you a hater
You niggas penny pinching, man, I'm itching for that paper
I want a big crib, glass floors, elevator
I like that in-house pussy like Flava Flava
You in that baby mama Benz, that is not a stunt
You swear you doing somethin', man, your head is corrupt
Get you a nigga like me, bitch, I'm what's up
I just had to take her to brunch she let me f*ck

You talkin' like you got the motherf*cking check, but is you cuttin' it?
Nigga, that's your motherf*cking homeboy's section, nigga
Talkin' all that shit with a G-Shock on
Got your phone out, recordin' like a bitch, nigga, put your phone down

Came through with a hundred niggas with me, I'm a leader
If he say he about to shoot the shit up, you better believe him
I'm a dog, I'm a lion, I'm a f*cking hyena
Got it out the mud, you can't dirty 'cause you a diva
Lil' Boosie in the speaker, so you know I don't give no f*cks
YG hit your bitch, I really hit it, wasn't luck
The war cost money, nigga, get your dollars up
I'm buyin' handguns, choppas and bulletproof trucks
Still standin' ten years plus, I really do this
Pull your hair, hit it from the back, I really do this
Diamonds dancing, got these bitches jumpin' to conclusions
"YG ain't got a bag", Bitch, is you stupid?

What kinda car you drivin', nigga?
What kind of bitches is you f*cking?
I'm a top notch bitch and I like top notch shit
You better get your bag together, lil' nigga
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Writer: Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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