Alright Alright

Okay okay okay
I know some G's wit them things in they backpack
I know some girls that'll getcha for a fat stack
I need my coupe without a roof and not a hatchback, woah
I need some proof that you the truth and not a hashtag, woah
I mean my moneys kinda funny like the last laugh, woah
But I'ma still dead the beat like a bad dad, woah
Til i blow up in these streets like its Baghdad, woah

You think you popping you the topic
Yeah alright alright, woah
You think you walk it like you talk it
Yeah alright alright, woah
You say that moneys not a problem
Yeah alright alright, woah
And you be flexing like you got it
Yeah alright alright, woah
Hol' up hol'up
Yeah alright alright
Yeah, alright alright
Hol' up hol' up
Yeah alright alright
Alright alright, yeah alright alright

You got Margielas on yo feet and it's so sad
You do it all for a bitch, that you wont bag
Its the nigga dressed down whose gone smash
And he don't even come around wit his broke ass, woah
You should lay off narcotics, nigga its gettin to ya, woah
And i don't like ya position, so i don't listen to ya, woah
I play the feild pay attention before i pitch it to ya, woah
Look ain't really love you baby, i was pimpin to ya, woah

You think you popping you the topic
Yeah alright alright, woah
You think you walk it like you talk it
Yeah alright alright, woah
You say that moneys not a problem
Yeah alright alright, woah
And you be flexing like you got it
Yeah alright alright, woah
Hol' up hol'up
Yeah alright alright
Yeah, alright alright
Hol' up hol' up
Yeah alright alright
Alright alright, yeah alright alright

You should lay off narcotics, nigga its gettin to ya
Alright Alright, alright alright
And i don't like ya position, so i don't listen to ya
Alright alright, alright alright



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Writer(s): Destinee Bradley
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