La La
Lala
Yeah uh
Yeah
He want a rich chick
But ain't got rich dick
Y'all been in it for a minute
Now its time for JG
To throw some
Sauce in it
Im gettin payed
Off my patients
I ain't pay for shit
Man
Fuck if your hatin
You ain't payed for this
Off jump
You cant pop my bubble
Bounce like the treble
When I struggled
Y'all ain't hit me back
Now I'm level
Hit the track
Like a running back
I keep coming
Like a hook
I'm in the beat
Like a nook
You straight
Like a rook
They say
I'm so disrespectful
In my songs
Bitch
Why you listening
She drop to her knees
Ooo it's a fucking christening
Slash
I'm wilding
In the 5 th again
Hollows on my hip again
Say what you will
I'm here
I know you fucking listening
I know your fuckin pissed again
He want a rich chick
But ain't got rich dick
Run it up
On you bitches
It's the year of the rat
So I'm chasin cheese
Your plates at steak
Not Philly
A little field
Near the bean
I was raised for the streets
From Yvette and P
Don't ever cap
On my G
Your a bar hopper
I just bar on um
Like a doctor
Don't look for me
I never disappoint my energies
Especially
Niggas wit bitch tendencies
They hate my shit
And I love to flaunt
In this bitch
I like Burberry
You wit dat Avon shit
No disrespect
But JGs that bitch
Yeah
Y'all been in it for a minute
Now its time for JG
To throw some
Sauce in it
Mama had a Nena
Daddy had the banger
I turn my momma crib
To the trap house
I used to be a slanger
Now I keep the crabs out
Bitch you slippin
Just slide
Before I wet this bitch
Real definition
Of do or die
Niggas hate all your life
Tell um why you mad
Cause I ride it like a 10 speed
Loyal like a benched D
I smell good
Pussy exactly what it should be
I'm woke through the eye of life see
I read books
I clean
I cook
I'm fine as hell
With a mean hook
Y'all been in it for a minute
Now its time for JG
To throw some
Sauce in it
Mama had a Nena
Daddy had the banger
I turn my momma crib
To the trap house
I used to be a slanger
Now I keep the crabs out
Mama had a Nena
Daddy had the banger
I turn my momma crib
To the trap house
I used to be a slanger
Now I keep the crabs out
Yeah uh
Yeah
He want a rich chick
But ain't got rich dick
Y'all been in it for a minute
Now its time for JG
To throw some
Sauce in it
Im gettin payed
Off my patients
I ain't pay for shit
Man
Fuck if your hatin
You ain't payed for this
Off jump
You cant pop my bubble
Bounce like the treble
When I struggled
Y'all ain't hit me back
Now I'm level
Hit the track
Like a running back
I keep coming
Like a hook
I'm in the beat
Like a nook
You straight
Like a rook
They say
I'm so disrespectful
In my songs
Bitch
Why you listening
She drop to her knees
Ooo it's a fucking christening
Slash
I'm wilding
In the 5 th again
Hollows on my hip again
Say what you will
I'm here
I know you fucking listening
I know your fuckin pissed again
He want a rich chick
But ain't got rich dick
Run it up
On you bitches
It's the year of the rat
So I'm chasin cheese
Your plates at steak
Not Philly
A little field
Near the bean
I was raised for the streets
From Yvette and P
Don't ever cap
On my G
Your a bar hopper
I just bar on um
Like a doctor
Don't look for me
I never disappoint my energies
Especially
Niggas wit bitch tendencies
They hate my shit
And I love to flaunt
In this bitch
I like Burberry
You wit dat Avon shit
No disrespect
But JGs that bitch
Yeah
Y'all been in it for a minute
Now its time for JG
To throw some
Sauce in it
Mama had a Nena
Daddy had the banger
I turn my momma crib
To the trap house
I used to be a slanger
Now I keep the crabs out
Bitch you slippin
Just slide
Before I wet this bitch
Real definition
Of do or die
Niggas hate all your life
Tell um why you mad
Cause I ride it like a 10 speed
Loyal like a benched D
I smell good
Pussy exactly what it should be
I'm woke through the eye of life see
I read books
I clean
I cook
I'm fine as hell
With a mean hook
Y'all been in it for a minute
Now its time for JG
To throw some
Sauce in it
Mama had a Nena
Daddy had the banger
I turn my momma crib
To the trap house
I used to be a slanger
Now I keep the crabs out
Mama had a Nena
Daddy had the banger
I turn my momma crib
To the trap house
I used to be a slanger
Now I keep the crabs out
Credits
Writer(s): Jeanna Stallone
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