Young Manhattan Music

Yea

Aahh!
Uh huh

Yea
Aahh!

Bes screaming where the hoes at
I just show up in that all black
They flick pictures like a kodak
We getting money and they know that
Bes screaming where the hoes at
I just show up in that all black
They flick pictures like a kodak
We getting money and they know that

All these niggas want to work now
Shout to them they looking hurt now
They didn't know
It wouldn't work out
I roll a blunt and smoke the purp now
Keep a nigga off the dirt now
Keep a face with a perk smile
Just incase they think a way out
Keep it plain
keep my face out the way now
They the lames
Keep it framed for the chase now
I want a Benz not a Range
I keep a taste now
Fuck a friend where the ends
I need to cake out
Gotta go gotta show
I need to stage out
Catch ya bitch with the shits
She away now
Never switch got a grip
I'mma make out

I'm just out here making moves
I'mma make it you know too
Break that bread up pass it through
Bes been told me what to do
Kill 'em slowly they the fools
Get that rollie wanna choose
Different options different shoes
Not the non-sense point them coupes
Need my bitch up in this too
I'm just grindin' up this juice

Bes screaming where the hoes at
I just show up in that all black
They flick pictures like a kodak
We getting money and they know that
Bes screaming where the hoes at
I just show up in that all black
They flick pictures like a kodak
We getting money and they know that

I'mma get it till I'm dead out
I keep it locked like 'em dreads now
Them other niggas looking fed out
I dont trust 'em keep a step out
They just bluffin' with they threads out
Keep it funky with my L's out
Smoke a blunt lit with my chest out
Got a name
For my way keep it safe now
Switching lanes
Got away from the fakes now
Got the nikes not the spikes
Keep it laced out
Been through fights in the night
Never spaced out
I wanna win
Bunch of sins on the kid now
Keep it dry like the lines
That they sniff out
Keep it light through vibes
With the hate out

I'm just out here making moves
I'mma make it you know too
Break that bread up pass it through
Bes been told me what to do
Kill 'em slowly they the fools
Get that rollie wanna choose
Different options different shoes
Not the non-sense point them coupes
Need my bitch up in this too
I'm just grindin' up this juice

Bes screaming where the hoes at
I just show up in that all black
They flick pictures like a kodak
We getting money and they know that
Bes screaming where the hoes at
I just show up in that all black
They flick pictures like a kodak
We getting money and they know that



Credits
Writer(s): Noel Moran
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