O.M.G. (Oh My God)
Oh my God
You know aint nobody fuckin with the squad
Why you claim you getting money when you not
Nigga lyin' to yourself you need to stop
You should have some pride in yourself yeah
Give me the lob
Uber ask me where we goin' I said the top
They aint love me till I got the shit to pop
Been on the job ever since I quit my job
Fuck it imma ride for myself yeah
There she go
I just wanna see you work out on the pole
Told her bend it over bust it on me slow
Every time she move like that I lose control
Stick to the code
You could catch me out in London with the bros
If they say that it's a go man it's a go
We just sold out all the seats we need some more
Runnin man runnin man runnin man
Ball on these hoes like Juwanna Mann
How you stay broke I don't understand
I need a couple of ones in hand
I got some bad bitches from Japan
Lost in a Alice no Wonderland
I need a palace no Buckingham
Hoe I'm a savage you don't want no static
Your girlfriend told me she don't want a man
Say she want me I say come again
I keep a band in a rubberband
Racks in my hand like I'm Uncle Sam
First I made it, then I made a way
I don't get faded I just fade away
Oh my God
You know aint nobody fuckin with the squad
Why you claim you getting money when you not
Nigga lyin' to yourself you need to stop
You should have some pride in yourself yeah
Give me the lob
Uber ask me where we goin' I said the top
They aint love me till I got the shit to pop
Been on the job ever since I quit my job
Fuck it imma ride for myself yeah
Love the way you move it like that, ooh yeah
You gon' make a nigga double back, ooh yeah
Put that pussy on the motherfuckin' map, ooh yeah
Throw it up, then I make it back, ooh yeah
I don't want it if her shit don't sound like Krafts, ooh yeah
Throw it in a circle make it clap, ooh yeah
Satisfaction guaranteed or money back, ooh yeah
We gon' have a dance party in my lap, ooh yeah
Ooh yeah
Ooh Damn
She fuckin' with me cuz I'm stylish
Bitch i'm stylish
Don't fuck with no hoe 'cuz you childish
Bitch you childish
Told all of my niggas I got it
I'm makin' deposits
I'm fly as a pilot
She ride in my cockpit
The shit aint no challenge
Booty so big it might throw me off balance, ooh
Ride on that wood like a stallion, ooh
Hit the strip throw up a thousand, ooh
She thick she don't fuck with no salad, ooh
America best, she got talent
No Master p, but she bout it
She make it dance like a ballad, ooh
I make it wet like a fountain, ooh
Lil mama bad she just my type
She aint got no panties or no pride
Money hoes respect I can't decide
Fuck with one of my niggas we all 'gon ride
Oh my God
You know aint nobody fuckin with the squad
Why you claim you getting money when you not
Nigga lyin' to yourself you need to stop
You should have some pride in yourself yeah
Give me the lob
Uber ask me where we goin' I said the top
They aint love me till I got the shit to pop
Been on the job ever since I quit my job
Fuck it imma ride for myself yeah
You know aint nobody fuckin with the squad
Why you claim you getting money when you not
Nigga lyin' to yourself you need to stop
You should have some pride in yourself yeah
Give me the lob
Uber ask me where we goin' I said the top
They aint love me till I got the shit to pop
Been on the job ever since I quit my job
Fuck it imma ride for myself yeah
There she go
I just wanna see you work out on the pole
Told her bend it over bust it on me slow
Every time she move like that I lose control
Stick to the code
You could catch me out in London with the bros
If they say that it's a go man it's a go
We just sold out all the seats we need some more
Runnin man runnin man runnin man
Ball on these hoes like Juwanna Mann
How you stay broke I don't understand
I need a couple of ones in hand
I got some bad bitches from Japan
Lost in a Alice no Wonderland
I need a palace no Buckingham
Hoe I'm a savage you don't want no static
Your girlfriend told me she don't want a man
Say she want me I say come again
I keep a band in a rubberband
Racks in my hand like I'm Uncle Sam
First I made it, then I made a way
I don't get faded I just fade away
Oh my God
You know aint nobody fuckin with the squad
Why you claim you getting money when you not
Nigga lyin' to yourself you need to stop
You should have some pride in yourself yeah
Give me the lob
Uber ask me where we goin' I said the top
They aint love me till I got the shit to pop
Been on the job ever since I quit my job
Fuck it imma ride for myself yeah
Love the way you move it like that, ooh yeah
You gon' make a nigga double back, ooh yeah
Put that pussy on the motherfuckin' map, ooh yeah
Throw it up, then I make it back, ooh yeah
I don't want it if her shit don't sound like Krafts, ooh yeah
Throw it in a circle make it clap, ooh yeah
Satisfaction guaranteed or money back, ooh yeah
We gon' have a dance party in my lap, ooh yeah
Ooh yeah
Ooh Damn
She fuckin' with me cuz I'm stylish
Bitch i'm stylish
Don't fuck with no hoe 'cuz you childish
Bitch you childish
Told all of my niggas I got it
I'm makin' deposits
I'm fly as a pilot
She ride in my cockpit
The shit aint no challenge
Booty so big it might throw me off balance, ooh
Ride on that wood like a stallion, ooh
Hit the strip throw up a thousand, ooh
She thick she don't fuck with no salad, ooh
America best, she got talent
No Master p, but she bout it
She make it dance like a ballad, ooh
I make it wet like a fountain, ooh
Lil mama bad she just my type
She aint got no panties or no pride
Money hoes respect I can't decide
Fuck with one of my niggas we all 'gon ride
Oh my God
You know aint nobody fuckin with the squad
Why you claim you getting money when you not
Nigga lyin' to yourself you need to stop
You should have some pride in yourself yeah
Give me the lob
Uber ask me where we goin' I said the top
They aint love me till I got the shit to pop
Been on the job ever since I quit my job
Fuck it imma ride for myself yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Jon Robnett
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