FTT
Yea (Yea)
Yea, yea, yea (Go ahead Qui, talk that shit Qui)
(Yea)
I got a bad bitch yea, I got a bad bitch yea (Yea)
Yea, yea, yea,
(I got a bad bitch, she working for the team)
Lil' mama yea she working for the team
Got a bad bitch she working for the team
(Yea)
I'ma show you, I'ma show you get this green
Get that money I'ma work it for the team
I got a bad bitch she workin' straight for the team yea
I'm countin up all of this green yea
Tell me what the fuck a bitch mean yea
I pull up and I cause a scene yea
Young na living' his dreams and shit
I got money falling out my jeans and shit
Me and Yaga probably double team ya bitch
Don't act like you ain't never seen the shit, yea
I was always on my on yea, tell myself I had to get it
I was always on my on yea, tell myself I had to get it yea
Runnin' round with these bad bitches, it be bad bitches that be switchin yea
But, na I ain't really trippin' I'm just steady sippin' counting all these digits
N been ready for this
These bitches be trippin' they all on my dick
But fuck it I'ma go and get what I get
The lames trippin, I don't really hear shit
I got a bag and I'm drippy as shit
All these other ns don't exist
Found my grind and I'm running this bitch
If we beefin' then I'm up in your shit
And if we beefin' then we all in your shit
I can have the Flyers skate on my wrist
These other niggas really ain't on shit
Ns acting like a bitch on dick
I get big bread, I get big cheese
You the type really make a bitch leave
I'm the type make a bitch miss me
Fuck a light skin, she a mixed breed
And I got tired of them hallways but I want some money for always
She tryna fuck on my off days, I'm working even on off days
She tryna fuck on my off days, I'm working even on off days
I shake 'em up and get 'em off me
Yea, I got 'em salty
Lil' mama yea she working for the team
Got a bad bitch she working for the team
(Yea)
I'ma show you, I'ma show you get this green
Get that money I'ma work it for the team
I got a bad bitch she workin' straight for the team yea
I'm countin up all of this green yea
Tell me what the fuck a bitch mean yea
I pull up and I cause a scene yea
Young na living his dreams and shit
I got money falling out my jeans and shit
Me and Yaga probably double team ya bitch
Don't act like you ain't never seen the shit, yea
Brodi got locked, I ain't forgot, I'ma make sure he get home
His commissary was looking scary, I gave him some money, he on
I drop a song, they sing a long, young na reppin' the seven
Me and the dogs, we used to ball, right behind seven-eleven (Oh Nah)
Right behind Seven Eleven we balled
We used to shop at the mall
Now a young nigga drippin' these bitches picking up whenever I call (Yea)
Rollin' and countin' this cabbage
I'm livin' life like a savage yea
Aye, my bitch ain't average
Na big ballin' is my habit yea
Lil' mama yea she working for the team
Got a bad bitch she working for the team
(Yea)
I'ma show you, I'ma show you get this green
Get that money I'ma work it for the team
I got a bad bitch she workin' straight for the team yea
I'm countin up all of this green yea
Tell me what the fuck a bitch mean yea
I pull up and I cause a scene yea
Young na living his dreams and shit
I got money falling out my jeans and shit
Me and Yaga probably double team ya bitch
Don't act like you ain't never seen the shit, yea
Yea, yea, yea (Go ahead Qui, talk that shit Qui)
(Yea)
I got a bad bitch yea, I got a bad bitch yea (Yea)
Yea, yea, yea,
(I got a bad bitch, she working for the team)
Lil' mama yea she working for the team
Got a bad bitch she working for the team
(Yea)
I'ma show you, I'ma show you get this green
Get that money I'ma work it for the team
I got a bad bitch she workin' straight for the team yea
I'm countin up all of this green yea
Tell me what the fuck a bitch mean yea
I pull up and I cause a scene yea
Young na living' his dreams and shit
I got money falling out my jeans and shit
Me and Yaga probably double team ya bitch
Don't act like you ain't never seen the shit, yea
I was always on my on yea, tell myself I had to get it
I was always on my on yea, tell myself I had to get it yea
Runnin' round with these bad bitches, it be bad bitches that be switchin yea
But, na I ain't really trippin' I'm just steady sippin' counting all these digits
N been ready for this
These bitches be trippin' they all on my dick
But fuck it I'ma go and get what I get
The lames trippin, I don't really hear shit
I got a bag and I'm drippy as shit
All these other ns don't exist
Found my grind and I'm running this bitch
If we beefin' then I'm up in your shit
And if we beefin' then we all in your shit
I can have the Flyers skate on my wrist
These other niggas really ain't on shit
Ns acting like a bitch on dick
I get big bread, I get big cheese
You the type really make a bitch leave
I'm the type make a bitch miss me
Fuck a light skin, she a mixed breed
And I got tired of them hallways but I want some money for always
She tryna fuck on my off days, I'm working even on off days
She tryna fuck on my off days, I'm working even on off days
I shake 'em up and get 'em off me
Yea, I got 'em salty
Lil' mama yea she working for the team
Got a bad bitch she working for the team
(Yea)
I'ma show you, I'ma show you get this green
Get that money I'ma work it for the team
I got a bad bitch she workin' straight for the team yea
I'm countin up all of this green yea
Tell me what the fuck a bitch mean yea
I pull up and I cause a scene yea
Young na living his dreams and shit
I got money falling out my jeans and shit
Me and Yaga probably double team ya bitch
Don't act like you ain't never seen the shit, yea
Brodi got locked, I ain't forgot, I'ma make sure he get home
His commissary was looking scary, I gave him some money, he on
I drop a song, they sing a long, young na reppin' the seven
Me and the dogs, we used to ball, right behind seven-eleven (Oh Nah)
Right behind Seven Eleven we balled
We used to shop at the mall
Now a young nigga drippin' these bitches picking up whenever I call (Yea)
Rollin' and countin' this cabbage
I'm livin' life like a savage yea
Aye, my bitch ain't average
Na big ballin' is my habit yea
Lil' mama yea she working for the team
Got a bad bitch she working for the team
(Yea)
I'ma show you, I'ma show you get this green
Get that money I'ma work it for the team
I got a bad bitch she workin' straight for the team yea
I'm countin up all of this green yea
Tell me what the fuck a bitch mean yea
I pull up and I cause a scene yea
Young na living his dreams and shit
I got money falling out my jeans and shit
Me and Yaga probably double team ya bitch
Don't act like you ain't never seen the shit, yea
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Writer(s): Justin Johnson
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