DYSBF!
Go
Go
Go
Go
GT in this hoe
All your friends is faux
Go
Go
Go
Go
GT head to toe
All your friends is faux
I'm fly as a feather, you tired as leather
Rain dance, I change up the weather
It's raining it's pouring, I'm scoring forever
Who do you want, Brittany or Heather
I can not decide between Ruby or Tiffany
You making music and we making history
Can't understand just what losing you did to me
Making me sick, only equipped to get rich
Nigga that's it, that it, that's it, that's it, that's it
We 'gon get rich, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it
We 'gon get rich, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it
I'm on yo shit, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
I told you last year that I'm done with the flexing
I don't like to call It, I don't even text it
I'm down in Atlanta, I'm down at the Metro
I'm shooting the (shhh) yeah that shit confidential
I'm happy I'm lucky I'm blessed I'll admit it
I'm hot as some magma, I'm hot as a skillet
I'm hot as a businessman neck
When his mistress is hitting him saying she's willing to spill it
I bossed up I don't want a boss
I don't want a car I want a hundred cars
I don't want a dollar want to cut checks
I don't want a card, I want a MasterCard
Yeah hm, yeah hm
I don't want a card, I want a MasterCard
Yeah hm, yeah hm
I don't want a card, I want a -
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Hello it's Jada
I'm paid as a lake
I hate on a hater
My pocket demeanor is greener than nature
I move like the mayor, or heir of the queen
Jada in there, I'ma air out the scene
Shit isn't fair 'ion care what you mean?
When I wake up I get straight to the cream, it's very routine
Really I'm playing around, yo nigga dig me he stay in the ground
They treat your girl like I play in the crown
Call up the block and they laying you down, I stay in a sound
I'm not your bitch, I don't stay in the pound
Stay in the yard, I don't play on the ground
I'm in your face, play with me now
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Go
Go
Go
GT in this hoe
All your friends is faux
Go
Go
Go
Go
GT head to toe
All your friends is faux
I'm fly as a feather, you tired as leather
Rain dance, I change up the weather
It's raining it's pouring, I'm scoring forever
Who do you want, Brittany or Heather
I can not decide between Ruby or Tiffany
You making music and we making history
Can't understand just what losing you did to me
Making me sick, only equipped to get rich
Nigga that's it, that it, that's it, that's it, that's it
We 'gon get rich, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it
We 'gon get rich, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it
I'm on yo shit, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
I told you last year that I'm done with the flexing
I don't like to call It, I don't even text it
I'm down in Atlanta, I'm down at the Metro
I'm shooting the (shhh) yeah that shit confidential
I'm happy I'm lucky I'm blessed I'll admit it
I'm hot as some magma, I'm hot as a skillet
I'm hot as a businessman neck
When his mistress is hitting him saying she's willing to spill it
I bossed up I don't want a boss
I don't want a car I want a hundred cars
I don't want a dollar want to cut checks
I don't want a card, I want a MasterCard
Yeah hm, yeah hm
I don't want a card, I want a MasterCard
Yeah hm, yeah hm
I don't want a card, I want a -
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Hello it's Jada
I'm paid as a lake
I hate on a hater
My pocket demeanor is greener than nature
I move like the mayor, or heir of the queen
Jada in there, I'ma air out the scene
Shit isn't fair 'ion care what you mean?
When I wake up I get straight to the cream, it's very routine
Really I'm playing around, yo nigga dig me he stay in the ground
They treat your girl like I play in the crown
Call up the block and they laying you down, I stay in a sound
I'm not your bitch, I don't stay in the pound
Stay in the yard, I don't play on the ground
I'm in your face, play with me now
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Credits
Writer(s): Edward Johnson, Tyrel Jackson Williams, Coy Tyson Stewart, Jadagrace Michiko Gordy Nash
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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