Certified

They know it (Yeah)
Know that it's us (Yeah)

Ain't gotta ask if I'm livin' right
Open that bank up, boy, yeah, we here tonight
Bet it's goin' down 'cause I'm feelin' right (Slatt, slatt)
Ask 'round the city, boy, I'm certified (Frrt)
Million dollars cash made off merchandise (Slatt)
Sometimes I question if I'm livin' right (Go)
Open that bank up, bitch, yeah, we here tonight
Ridin' JPG like a refugee (Yeah)
We tote .223s, don't get close to me (Frrt)
I put three hundred thousand in a headlock (Yeah)
Pints of Wocky, 'Korn goin' deadstock (Yeah)
That big-booty bitch gon' make my bed rock (It rock)
Stay hoppin' in my flick, I'ma make this photo crop (Go)
Ask my Toronto bitch, "What you sayin' tonight?" (Mmm)
Know she goin' down 'cause I ran it right (Mmm)
Ain't gotta ask no questions if I'm livin' right (Mmm)
Ask your brother and sister, bitch, I'm certified (Ain't gotta ask nobody at all)
Ask 'round the city, boy, I'm certified
Million dollars cash made off merchandise

Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, oh yeah (It's us)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Go up)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Beep), yeah (Yeah), mmm
Aha



Credits
Writer(s): Miles Parks Mccollum, Isaac Earl Bynum
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