I'm Like That
Yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yay, yay
Oh yay, yay
Huh
Oh yay, yay
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Oh wait
I keep all these hundreds in my stash
I just might give to my kids, my kids
I get money, like fast
So it's never nothing to go and spend it on my bitch
And I keep a, get back
All this cash I keep, I gotta keep me a lil kit
And I gotta, bitch bad
Put her on a mission, and she riding for the
For the kid homie
I got her lit homie
I watched my favorite bitch go out and have a kid on me
Shit had me pissed, on me
She fucked a lil homie
Like why the fuck would you do that, when i'm the big homie
Bitch don't know
That i'm gettin' big
I'm gettin' big, i'm like the pope
We with pretty women, in Miami, on a boat
Then they started tripping, started asking for my phone
I, said it's broke, oh yeah
I keep all these hundreds in the back
I just might give to my kid my kid
I just might pop like dad
All them my, my kids, my kids
Promise I ain't kissing on no ass
Promise I ain't kissing no ass
I been out here getting to the bag
Told em i'm, like that
Oh yeah
Like that
Told em I'm built like that, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Go
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Go
She want me to give an alternative
She want me to go and get her bags, all with the dough
She with me, she knowing my cake up
But she come to the table with some cake all of her own
I been out here getting my weight up
I been out here getting my weight up
I been out here getting my weight up
I'm getting my, weight up, oh yeah
Go
Dance on the floor
Shit you already know
Dance on the floor when you dance with that hoe
Dancing on yo hoe, come and dance on the bro, oh, oh, yeah
I cannot throw fits
If you want the bro, can't be mad at ya bitch
I got bitches on me
I got bitches on dick
I can't trip on ya, bitch
We don't tolerate that
Hundred thousand bands in the club
Hundred thousand bitches, and the bottles, and the bros
Hundred thousand haters on the low
We just picking bitches like it's eeny-miny-moe
I can't even cap, i'm cold
Like i'm fucking sick, i got the COVID in my nose
Loaded, i'm the shit, like the show
Trying to give a million to my momma, with a home
Yeah
Loaded i'm, like that, oh yeah
Know that i'm, like that, oh yeah
Know that i'm, like that, oh yeah
Know that i'm, like that, oh yeah
Know that i'm, like that
Know that i'm, like that, oh yeah
Know that i'm built like that, oh yeah
Know that I live like that, oh yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ok
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yay, yay
Oh yay, yay
Huh
Oh yay, yay
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Oh wait
I keep all these hundreds in my stash
I just might give to my kids, my kids
I get money, like fast
So it's never nothing to go and spend it on my bitch
And I keep a, get back
All this cash I keep, I gotta keep me a lil kit
And I gotta, bitch bad
Put her on a mission, and she riding for the
For the kid homie
I got her lit homie
I watched my favorite bitch go out and have a kid on me
Shit had me pissed, on me
She fucked a lil homie
Like why the fuck would you do that, when i'm the big homie
Bitch don't know
That i'm gettin' big
I'm gettin' big, i'm like the pope
We with pretty women, in Miami, on a boat
Then they started tripping, started asking for my phone
I, said it's broke, oh yeah
I keep all these hundreds in the back
I just might give to my kid my kid
I just might pop like dad
All them my, my kids, my kids
Promise I ain't kissing on no ass
Promise I ain't kissing no ass
I been out here getting to the bag
Told em i'm, like that
Oh yeah
Like that
Told em I'm built like that, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Go
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Go
She want me to give an alternative
She want me to go and get her bags, all with the dough
She with me, she knowing my cake up
But she come to the table with some cake all of her own
I been out here getting my weight up
I been out here getting my weight up
I been out here getting my weight up
I'm getting my, weight up, oh yeah
Go
Dance on the floor
Shit you already know
Dance on the floor when you dance with that hoe
Dancing on yo hoe, come and dance on the bro, oh, oh, yeah
I cannot throw fits
If you want the bro, can't be mad at ya bitch
I got bitches on me
I got bitches on dick
I can't trip on ya, bitch
We don't tolerate that
Hundred thousand bands in the club
Hundred thousand bitches, and the bottles, and the bros
Hundred thousand haters on the low
We just picking bitches like it's eeny-miny-moe
I can't even cap, i'm cold
Like i'm fucking sick, i got the COVID in my nose
Loaded, i'm the shit, like the show
Trying to give a million to my momma, with a home
Yeah
Loaded i'm, like that, oh yeah
Know that i'm, like that, oh yeah
Know that i'm, like that, oh yeah
Know that i'm, like that, oh yeah
Know that i'm, like that
Know that i'm, like that, oh yeah
Know that i'm built like that, oh yeah
Know that I live like that, oh yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ok
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Writer(s): Christian Hullaby
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