On Fiyee
I got hoes
Hella hoes (Hoes)
I got mans
Shoot ur mans (Brap)
I get bags
Then I dance (Dance)
I don't pay
For a dance
Babyboy gon' make her bust a pill (Bust a pill)
Living life I swear I make it trill (Make it trill)
When she slide through she know the deal (Yeah she know the deal)
I'm too real to never keep it real
I come through and do my ting and bounce (Yeah I bounce, Baby Bounce)
Pound so much I may have lost count (Mami count)
I won't sign a deal I need the right amount
They can't stay the night I gotta kick em out
That's rule number one (Jeez)
Number two ay, I don't fuck wit fakes (Fakes)
I don't fuck with lames
That's rule number three
I look like I'm selling keys
I don't play piano I got J Cortz on the keys
Ou, Bitch I'm knee deep, ay
Outfit cost like thirty
And my cup is dirty (Pink)
Tell her make it quick, tell that bitch she gotta hurry (Hurry, hurry)
This ain't nothing new
Turning twenty-two
And I'm still your baby's baby
Man don't get shit confused
No surprise
Do or die
I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee
This shit Fiyee
No surprise (Ay)
I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee
Ay, and I got steeze what you think that is (Think that is, think that is)
Drippin' to my feet what you think that is (Think that is)
Flow like Middle East flow like Televiv
And I'm getting love, yeah that shit habib
Ay, I got what you want I got what u want need (What you need)
I'm like Busta Rhymes with Mariah C
Can't believe my eyes with the shit I see (With the shit I see)
Man this shit wild I'm in disbelief (Yeah)
Things get wild round here
Momma don't you bring your baby or your child round here, ay (Don't you bring 'em)
I might turn them bad and turn them wild round here, yeah
Babyboy a kid but I get wild round here yeah
No surprise (Ay)
Do or die (Yeah)
I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee (On Fiyee)
This shit Fiyee (Yeah)
No surprise (No)
I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee
No surprise
Do or die
I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee
This shit Fiyee
No surprise
I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee, yeah
Hella hoes (Hoes)
I got mans
Shoot ur mans (Brap)
I get bags
Then I dance (Dance)
I don't pay
For a dance
Babyboy gon' make her bust a pill (Bust a pill)
Living life I swear I make it trill (Make it trill)
When she slide through she know the deal (Yeah she know the deal)
I'm too real to never keep it real
I come through and do my ting and bounce (Yeah I bounce, Baby Bounce)
Pound so much I may have lost count (Mami count)
I won't sign a deal I need the right amount
They can't stay the night I gotta kick em out
That's rule number one (Jeez)
Number two ay, I don't fuck wit fakes (Fakes)
I don't fuck with lames
That's rule number three
I look like I'm selling keys
I don't play piano I got J Cortz on the keys
Ou, Bitch I'm knee deep, ay
Outfit cost like thirty
And my cup is dirty (Pink)
Tell her make it quick, tell that bitch she gotta hurry (Hurry, hurry)
This ain't nothing new
Turning twenty-two
And I'm still your baby's baby
Man don't get shit confused
No surprise
Do or die
I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee
This shit Fiyee
No surprise (Ay)
I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee
Ay, and I got steeze what you think that is (Think that is, think that is)
Drippin' to my feet what you think that is (Think that is)
Flow like Middle East flow like Televiv
And I'm getting love, yeah that shit habib
Ay, I got what you want I got what u want need (What you need)
I'm like Busta Rhymes with Mariah C
Can't believe my eyes with the shit I see (With the shit I see)
Man this shit wild I'm in disbelief (Yeah)
Things get wild round here
Momma don't you bring your baby or your child round here, ay (Don't you bring 'em)
I might turn them bad and turn them wild round here, yeah
Babyboy a kid but I get wild round here yeah
No surprise (Ay)
Do or die (Yeah)
I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee (On Fiyee)
This shit Fiyee (Yeah)
No surprise (No)
I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee
No surprise
Do or die
I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee
This shit Fiyee
No surprise
I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee, I'm on Fiyee, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Ricardo Cortez
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