My Jam
Yeah
I don't care about no other shit, so where my paper at?
This is my jam so I had to play it back
I pull up to the spot so tell me where them haters at?
Where them haters at? Where them haters at?
Mane mane
I don't care about no other shit, so where my paper at?
This is my jam so I had to play it back
I pull up to the spot so tell me where them haters at?
Where them haters at? Where them haters at?
Mane mane
I just wanna bag, I just wanna stunt
I ain't gotta brag, I don't need a front
Chillin in The Agg, rolling up a blunt
Rollin in a SLAB, now watch pop the trunk
Now watch me get into it, she love the way i move it
Slow loud and banging stupid, top shelf this shit exclusive
One time lets run the fade, I do not fuckin play
I keep it at 100, it's them Texas summer days
Get out my fucking face, no one is stopping me
Heard that's your dream girl? She just a thot to me
I need my collard greens, I smoke my broccoli
And if it ain't about my money do not talk to me
I don't care about no other shit, so where my paper at?
This is my jam so I had to play it back
I pull up to the spot so tell me where them haters at?
Where them haters at? Where them haters at?
Mane mane
I don't care about no other shit, so where my paper at?
This is my jam so i had to play it back
I pull up to the spot so tell me where them haters at?
Where them haters at? Where them haters at?
Mane mane
I don't care about no other shit, so where my paper at?
This is my jam so I had to play it back
I pull up to the spot so tell me where them haters at?
Where them haters at? Where them haters at?
Mane mane
I don't care about no other shit, so where my paper at?
This is my jam so I had to play it back
I pull up to the spot so tell me where them haters at?
Where them haters at? Where them haters at?
Mane mane
I just wanna bag, I just wanna stunt
I ain't gotta brag, I don't need a front
Chillin in The Agg, rolling up a blunt
Rollin in a SLAB, now watch pop the trunk
Now watch me get into it, she love the way i move it
Slow loud and banging stupid, top shelf this shit exclusive
One time lets run the fade, I do not fuckin play
I keep it at 100, it's them Texas summer days
Get out my fucking face, no one is stopping me
Heard that's your dream girl? She just a thot to me
I need my collard greens, I smoke my broccoli
And if it ain't about my money do not talk to me
I don't care about no other shit, so where my paper at?
This is my jam so I had to play it back
I pull up to the spot so tell me where them haters at?
Where them haters at? Where them haters at?
Mane mane
I don't care about no other shit, so where my paper at?
This is my jam so i had to play it back
I pull up to the spot so tell me where them haters at?
Where them haters at? Where them haters at?
Mane mane
Credits
Writer(s): Hector Martinez
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