Yea Yea

Ugh they gotta pay me to speak
Tell em gon send the fee
Yea Yea
I've been getting it out the mud
Check the bottom of my cleats
Yea Yea
If you ain't grinding like me
How the fuck you gon compete?
Yea Yea
Always keeping it a hunna
Benjis all on me
Yea Yea
Aye she wanna come to the bricks
Heard that shit was pretty lit
Yea Yea
Littest niggas in the city
Now she fucking with the click
Yea Yea
Riding round with a pole
And I keep a bad bitch
Yea Yea
Let a nigga try me
Ima get his crew hit
Yea Yea
Yea these niggas be pussy
They really be dykes
I can buy your whole click with a swipe
Business credit got me feeling iight
Got them Frankenstein bullets bring him to life
We was in the hood getting off the white
Ugh ugh lil baby you ain't my type
Hell naw I don't need no wife
Married to the money she treats me right
Carry fifty hundreds it ain't even light
Gotta be bad if you want to be picked
All that ass how you get in that fit?
Her friend skinny but that monkey look thick
Come here lil baby lets make a flick
Ice on but I ain't no lick
Thought I was by myself? That was the trick
All my niggas yea they good with that stick
Aye special ops when we walk in this bitch
Inspector Gadget when I pop out the switch
Choppers on ya head we'll make it quick
Hit the Sada Baby dancing on ya bitch
How much you make?
Don't worry bout that shit
All you need to know a young nigga rich
I'm bout to get bougie start charging for pics
Too much drip gotta pay for this shit
Bitch we look good don't it?
All the baddies in the hood want it
Yea Yea
Aye Im feeling good homie
Please don't come fuck up a good moment
Yea Yea
I remember long nights we was in the kitchen
Beating the white like mike
Yea Yea
Ain't take no days off
3 eight hour shifts done paid off
Man look this shit done paid off
I can send hits like I'm Adolf
Can't take no days off
That shit make me feel like I'm laid off
Yea Yea



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Writer(s): Carlos Rico Walker Jr, Marquise Antawon Clark
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