WhaT Ya SaiD?

boot up, i'm on mars i can see the stars
living large, exotic gars, exotic cars
ran it up by myself, ion need no favors
always keep it P, we some real playas
what ya said? what ya said? what ya said?
what ya said? what ya said? what ya said?
what ya said? what ya said? what ya said?
what ya said? what ya said? what ya said?

i done ran me up some money, want a honey bun?
i ain't stunting yo lil dawg, want a one on one?
think you dumb or some
think you running some
bitch i showed you
bitch i told you
you ain't talking bout none
let them birds fly high, on a sunday
bitch i dress myself they need me on a runway
getting paid, everyday
they been throwing shade
bitch i help my self, i get my wealth, i'm staying stealth
what ya know
what ya know
what ya heard
exotic flavor flying in, to the curb
ice cream, this ain't no cold serve
yeh, i ran it up by myself, yezzir
i'm just me, don't care if you don't like me
what ya see? a star, shining brightly
what ya need? what ya feining for?
what ya need? i need some more!
i been staying in the frame like the cartier
on a wave like wheezy we outta there
(wave rushing in)

i done ran me up some money, want a honey bun?
i ain't stunting yo lil dawg, want a one on one?
think you dumb or some
think you running some
bitch i showed you
bitch i told you
you ain't talking bout none
let them birds fly high, on a sunday
bitch i dress myself they need me on a runway
getting paid, everyday
they been throwing shade
bitch i help my self, i get my wealth, i'm staying stealth



Credits
Writer(s): Brett Milam
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