Um Yea!

Um Yea, they watch as I hop in the coupe
Boot up, i kicked her ass out of the booth
Panoramic, I took off the roof
My pockets on Corbin, no Blue
I fucked the bitch ain't no round two (Why)
If its good i might take her to Dubai
Always working, I cant take no chances (Work)
Just look at the ice on my wrist as it dances (Ah)

Hold up my money, can't take no days off
That young nigga balling too hard, no playoffs
Yo spot is mine, just call it a layoff
I ain't no captain, I can't save y'all
Please give up rapping, you way too old
My bad got to get professional
Miami Heat, I can't get cold
I'm always dropping I never hold
What is your name, It don't matter
They mad cause my pockets is fatter
Too deep, I'm way up in her bladder
Just like my money, I never fold
I'm never tripping, just charge it to the game
This for the times I pushed through the pain
If we not close, don't call me by my name
I leveled up, how you still the same

Um Yea, they watch as I hop in the coupe
Boot up, i kicked her ass out of the booth
Panoramic, I took off the roof
My pockets on Corbin, no Blue
I fucked the bitch ain't no round two (Why)
If it's good i might take her to Dubai
Always working, I can't take no chances (Work)
Just look at the ice on my wrist as it dances (Ah)



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Writer(s): Lawrence Owens
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