40 Long
Cop some henny,
I got plenty,
I'ma get my niggas right,
I worked 40,
I got 40 on that liquor for tonight, (let go)
Turn up,
Turn up,
Turn up,
Turn up,
Turn up,
Turn up,
Turn up,
I said hey baby,
You drive me crazy,
(Keep the drama, I just want to get your number)
I said hey mama,
Little mama,
(Big booty, so I call her Mrs. Obama)
I might get in trouble for that,
But she killin' em with all that back,
(They say I'm young and I'm dumb,
reckless, having fun, tell them that we got one)
Cop a house and put it on my wrist,
Cop a couple foreign whips that you don't know exist,
Every track I make a hit,
Cuz I be waiting on that Grammy boy since I was 6,
My ex girl,
My ex girl,
She swear to God she love me,
Yeah my new girl,
My new girl,
Promise she'll be there for me,
Is that your old chick?
No, your broke chick,
And she falling all up on me,
I brought my whole click,
My whole click,
She wanna party with the homies like,
I been working 40 long and I didn't get paid tonight,
(Paid paid tonight)
So I'ma make uh hundred dollars,
Look like fucking 50k tonight
(k k tonight)
Cuz I'm young and beautiful,
(don't question cuz I'm)
Young and beautiful
(no stressing cuz I'm)
Young and beautiful
(don't question cuz I'm)
Young and beautiful
I said hey baby,
You're so amazing,
I love you crazy,
Why'd you have to go and play me?
I said hey mama,
Little mama,
You're burning up,
Girl you're hotter than uh sauna,
I'm about to take all of y'all chicks,
I bet your man couldn't hit it like this,
(They say I'm young and I'm dumb,
reckless, having fun, tell them that we got one)
Riding to that Billy Ocean,
She like the way I sail the D in her pacific ocean,
You niggas move in slow motion,
While I'm just waiting on that Grammy boy,
I'm staying focused,
My ex girl,
My ex girl,
She swear to God she love me,
Yeah my new girl,
My new girl,
Promise she'll be there for me,
Is that your old chick?
No, your broke chick,
And she falling all up on me,
I brought my whole click,
My whole click, (hey)
She wanna party with the homies like, (oh)
I been working 40 long and I didn't get paid tonight,
(Paid, paid, tonight)
So I'ma make one hundred dollars,
Look like fucking 50k tonight
(k, k, tonight)
Cuz I'm young and beautiful,
(don't question cuz I'm)
Young and beautiful
(no stressing cuz I'm)
Young and beautiful
(don't question cuz I'm)
Young and beautiful
(young, young)
Look,
I remember when they told me I'm like Michael Jackson,
All I want is just to one day be like Michael Jackson,
All you rappers out here faking and you only acting,
Just to get some fame,
Some money,
And some pussy action,
Uh,
It's bout time somebody told the told truth,
All you do is fuck around when you're up in the booth,
All you do is jump on every track and say whatever,
So I'ma jump on every track just to make it better,
Yeah,
I be this be the one to blow,
I bet this be the song that er-body fucking know,
Cuz I'm talking sick whips and these thick chicks,
Cuz I'm talking big guns and these big bricks,
What ever happen to these rappers,
Rapping real shit?
Man we sick of all this dance and this drill shit,
What ever happen to that music that just make us better,
What ever happen to that music that just live forever?
I got plenty,
I'ma get my niggas right,
I worked 40,
I got 40 on that liquor for tonight, (let go)
Turn up,
Turn up,
Turn up,
Turn up,
Turn up,
Turn up,
Turn up,
I said hey baby,
You drive me crazy,
(Keep the drama, I just want to get your number)
I said hey mama,
Little mama,
(Big booty, so I call her Mrs. Obama)
I might get in trouble for that,
But she killin' em with all that back,
(They say I'm young and I'm dumb,
reckless, having fun, tell them that we got one)
Cop a house and put it on my wrist,
Cop a couple foreign whips that you don't know exist,
Every track I make a hit,
Cuz I be waiting on that Grammy boy since I was 6,
My ex girl,
My ex girl,
She swear to God she love me,
Yeah my new girl,
My new girl,
Promise she'll be there for me,
Is that your old chick?
No, your broke chick,
And she falling all up on me,
I brought my whole click,
My whole click,
She wanna party with the homies like,
I been working 40 long and I didn't get paid tonight,
(Paid paid tonight)
So I'ma make uh hundred dollars,
Look like fucking 50k tonight
(k k tonight)
Cuz I'm young and beautiful,
(don't question cuz I'm)
Young and beautiful
(no stressing cuz I'm)
Young and beautiful
(don't question cuz I'm)
Young and beautiful
I said hey baby,
You're so amazing,
I love you crazy,
Why'd you have to go and play me?
I said hey mama,
Little mama,
You're burning up,
Girl you're hotter than uh sauna,
I'm about to take all of y'all chicks,
I bet your man couldn't hit it like this,
(They say I'm young and I'm dumb,
reckless, having fun, tell them that we got one)
Riding to that Billy Ocean,
She like the way I sail the D in her pacific ocean,
You niggas move in slow motion,
While I'm just waiting on that Grammy boy,
I'm staying focused,
My ex girl,
My ex girl,
She swear to God she love me,
Yeah my new girl,
My new girl,
Promise she'll be there for me,
Is that your old chick?
No, your broke chick,
And she falling all up on me,
I brought my whole click,
My whole click, (hey)
She wanna party with the homies like, (oh)
I been working 40 long and I didn't get paid tonight,
(Paid, paid, tonight)
So I'ma make one hundred dollars,
Look like fucking 50k tonight
(k, k, tonight)
Cuz I'm young and beautiful,
(don't question cuz I'm)
Young and beautiful
(no stressing cuz I'm)
Young and beautiful
(don't question cuz I'm)
Young and beautiful
(young, young)
Look,
I remember when they told me I'm like Michael Jackson,
All I want is just to one day be like Michael Jackson,
All you rappers out here faking and you only acting,
Just to get some fame,
Some money,
And some pussy action,
Uh,
It's bout time somebody told the told truth,
All you do is fuck around when you're up in the booth,
All you do is jump on every track and say whatever,
So I'ma jump on every track just to make it better,
Yeah,
I be this be the one to blow,
I bet this be the song that er-body fucking know,
Cuz I'm talking sick whips and these thick chicks,
Cuz I'm talking big guns and these big bricks,
What ever happen to these rappers,
Rapping real shit?
Man we sick of all this dance and this drill shit,
What ever happen to that music that just make us better,
What ever happen to that music that just live forever?
Credits
Writer(s): Larry James Houston
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