Airitout

To all my Independent
Wit a friend
Looking thick
Hol up
Lets benefit

Been about my business
Get This spinach
In trenches

Young nigga paying my dues
Took my time,paid attention

I ain't gone stand and glance
Imma throw band on bands
Imma throw bands and dance
Booty moving I'm a fan

Air lt out

I need some real bitches over bad bitches
Cuz my cash different
As different
As my stash flippin
Snap dem ass pictures

Now the hoes holla
Want creflo Dolla's
I can't save these hoes
I just guide dem for the knowledge

I just have some high days
Whipping in my hydani
Margarita grande
Feeling like the fonzie
You can call me Andre
All my life was out kast
When I Move down to Atlanta all I had was 3 stacks
Need that ass to sit

Shake it for me quick
Put my ass to sleep
Girl I pay ya rent

In church and she Ratchet
Cash never plastic

Never cross me like a catholic
She sucking dick up in the traffic
I ain't smiling l ain't laughing
I ain't dumb l ain't passing
Shake that ass for me faster
Air it out till you pass out

To all my Independent
Wit a friend
Looking thick
Hol up
Lets benefit

Been about my business
Get This spinach
In trenches

Young nigga paying my dues
Took my time, paid attention

I ain't gone stand and glance
Imma throw band on bands
Imma throw bands and dance
Booty moving I'm a fan

Air lt out

She got a drop body
She aint like nobody
She a fuck you like she love you
She aint like nobody
She wild when she wanna be
Get you one of these
She want a nigga with a company to keep her company
Thats when i come into play
I come over late
Beat it up like mma
Then adios and andelay
Talk money when i conversate
I sean like im connery
Walk into that joint and hoes know that its a holiday
The baddest bitch theres a lot of those
Tell the truth ima lie to those
Made a play then i audibled
She go hard on a sabado
Never hate on a nigga with the bag
I get mine get yours
Out in black holywood but none of these hoes want to play they role
But pop that pussy for a poet
I may even write about it
My bitch ask and ima lie about it
My bitch leave and i aint tight about it
Big c's until i die about it
Omari hardwick to these hoes
Caught a nigga acting scary
I took his bitch and went ghost

To all my Independent
Wit a friend
Looking thick
Hol up
Lets benefit

Been about my business
Get This spinach
In trenches

Young nigga paying my dues
Took my time,paid attention

l ain't gone stand and glance
Imma throw band on bands
Imma throw bands and dance
Booty moving I'm a fan

Air lt out



Credits
Writer(s): Willie Bennett Jr.
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link