99 & the 2000

Yeah
Keise on da Track
These are the facts

(LAMAR)

I see you working hard on ya grind
Yeah you tryna get it
I know you tired of ns all the time tryna hit it
Ya ex still tryna visit
You ain't fucking wit it
You want that change yo life dick, well come & get it
Come on and

(Walk it like a, shake it like a
Bounce it like a, twerk like a
Walk it like a, shake it like a
Bounce it like a, twerk like a)

I can tell you had a few cups
But not too much
You still classy wit it
But still nasty wit it
(Hold up)

I see you working hard for the money tryna cop u a Benz
Fucking wit the wrong ns they been blocking ya wins
Got her own shit she don't need him for his ends
Own bottles own section yeah, go best friend
Came a long ass way & got a ways to go
Everybody can't touch mama ain't raise a hoe
Her ex broke but he still tryna play her close
Ain't got time for it she ain't captain save a bro
She on her own time flossing
Spent a hour in the closet
Yeah I want a hot girl if u ain't that bih get off me
Broke ns, make her nauseous
Only lessons never losses
In her face they be cautious
When she leave she the topic
Hold up

Girl this ya moment
Fuck it up make me want it
Drop a bag on a bih
Take it all I insist
Yea yea

(Walk it like a, shake it like a
Bounce it like a, twerk like a
Walk it like a, shake it like a
Bounce it like a, twerk like a)

I see you working hard on ya grind
Yeah you tryna get it
I know you tired of ns all the time tryna hit it
Ya ex still tryna visit
You ain't fucking wit it
You want that change yo life dick, well come & get it
Come on and

(Walk it like a, shake it like a
Bounce it like a, twerk like a
Walk it like a, shake it like a
Bounce it like a, twerk like a)

You had a few cups
But not too much
You still classy wit it
But still nasty wit it
(Hold up)

This 1 for Lisa, Aisha, Danielle & her friends
Tamika & Keisha, Mariah & Kim
I love y'all broads
(No disrespect 2 my dogs)
But I love y'all broads
(Yeah I love y'all broads)
And you don't need him 2 call
You got enough on ya plate
Own crib, own money & got mo' in the safe
And tell ya weak ass baby daddy he ain't shit
You pay for every fucking thang
And don't complain one bit
Now gon and

(Walk it like a, shake it like a
Bounce it like a, twerk like a
Walk it like a, shake it like a
Bounce it like a, twerk like a)

Keep going
Gon fuck it up, gon fuck it up, fuck it up
Gon fuck it up, gon fuck it up
I can tell you had a few cups
But not too much
You still classy wit it
But still nasty wit it
(Hold up)

I see you working hard on ya grind
Yeah you tryna get it
I know you tired of ns all the time tryna hit it
Ya ex still tryna visit
You ain't fucking wit it
You want that change yo life dick, well come & get it
Come on and

(Walk it like a, shake it like a
Bounce it like a, twerk like a
Walk it like a, shake it like a
Bounce it like a, twerk like a)

I can tell you had a few cups
But not too much
You still classy wit it
But still nasty wit it
(Hold up)

Girl this ya moment
Fuck it up make me want it
Drop a bag on a bih
Take it all I insist
Yea yea
Girl this ya moment
Fuck it up make me want it
Drop a bag on a bih
Take it all I insist
Yea yea
Take it all



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Writer(s): Marquis Masters, Robert Snell
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