Yeahhh (feat. Fat Trel)
I'm in Tootsies, I'm upstairs, get some yeah, then I'm out
Private room, ain't got no bed, got some yeah on the couch
Boy, I'm ridin' through your city with that yeah on my lap
My lil' thick bitch like to shoot, I be like, yeah, make it clap
Uh, shorty want me hit, I need some yeah first
I ain't walking on that stage, I need that bread first
Shorty want me hit, I need some yeah first
I ain't walking on that stage, I need that bread first
Stone cold with them sticks, I be like, can I get a hell yeah
Shawty ask me pay her bills, can I use your mail, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Huh, plug gotta brand new stick ima cop it
She got a brand new ass pop it
They be like, 3oh ain't makin' no music
I'm makin' hot shit, but I ain't drop it
She ask me, do I want top
Lil Jon, Eastside Boyz, yeah
DC gettin' that guap
Marion Barry round here, I'm the mayor
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
I'm in Tootsies, I'm upstairs
Get some yeah, then I'm out
Private room, ain't got no bed
Got some yeah on the couch
Boy, I'm ridin' through your city with that yeah on my lap
My lil' thick bitch like to shoot
I be like, yeah, make it clap
Shawty want me hit, I need some yeah first
I ain't walkin' on that stage, I need that bread first
Shawty want me hit, I need some yeah first
I ain't walkin' on that stage, I need that bread first
I'ma need that paper, baby
Say you got it, tell me, yeah
I'm in traffic with no license
Smokin' exotic, fuck the feds
Stupid bitch, she wanna fuck me
But her purse ain't got no yeah
I say, look, don't call me lucky
Bitch, you know I'm sellin' yeah
Paid in full, I'm servin' muffins
Pop the trunk and smell the, yeah
Goofy nigga thought we was tusslin
I backed out and popped the yeah
This prescription from the doctor
I popped out the cop the yeah
I got permission from your bitch, she let me, yeah
We upstairs, with the yeah
I'm in tootsies, I'm upstairs
Get some yeah, then I'm out
Private room, ain't got no bed
Got some yeah on the couch
Boy, I'm ridin' through your city with that yeah on my lap
My lil' thick bitch like to shoot
I be like, yeah, make it clap
Shawty want me hit, I need some yeah first
I ain't walkin' on that stage, I need that bread first
Shawty want me hit, I need some yeah first
I ain't walkin' on that stage, I need that bread first
Private room, ain't got no bed, got some yeah on the couch
Boy, I'm ridin' through your city with that yeah on my lap
My lil' thick bitch like to shoot, I be like, yeah, make it clap
Uh, shorty want me hit, I need some yeah first
I ain't walking on that stage, I need that bread first
Shorty want me hit, I need some yeah first
I ain't walking on that stage, I need that bread first
Stone cold with them sticks, I be like, can I get a hell yeah
Shawty ask me pay her bills, can I use your mail, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Huh, plug gotta brand new stick ima cop it
She got a brand new ass pop it
They be like, 3oh ain't makin' no music
I'm makin' hot shit, but I ain't drop it
She ask me, do I want top
Lil Jon, Eastside Boyz, yeah
DC gettin' that guap
Marion Barry round here, I'm the mayor
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
I'm in Tootsies, I'm upstairs
Get some yeah, then I'm out
Private room, ain't got no bed
Got some yeah on the couch
Boy, I'm ridin' through your city with that yeah on my lap
My lil' thick bitch like to shoot
I be like, yeah, make it clap
Shawty want me hit, I need some yeah first
I ain't walkin' on that stage, I need that bread first
Shawty want me hit, I need some yeah first
I ain't walkin' on that stage, I need that bread first
I'ma need that paper, baby
Say you got it, tell me, yeah
I'm in traffic with no license
Smokin' exotic, fuck the feds
Stupid bitch, she wanna fuck me
But her purse ain't got no yeah
I say, look, don't call me lucky
Bitch, you know I'm sellin' yeah
Paid in full, I'm servin' muffins
Pop the trunk and smell the, yeah
Goofy nigga thought we was tusslin
I backed out and popped the yeah
This prescription from the doctor
I popped out the cop the yeah
I got permission from your bitch, she let me, yeah
We upstairs, with the yeah
I'm in tootsies, I'm upstairs
Get some yeah, then I'm out
Private room, ain't got no bed
Got some yeah on the couch
Boy, I'm ridin' through your city with that yeah on my lap
My lil' thick bitch like to shoot
I be like, yeah, make it clap
Shawty want me hit, I need some yeah first
I ain't walkin' on that stage, I need that bread first
Shawty want me hit, I need some yeah first
I ain't walkin' on that stage, I need that bread first
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Writer(s): Martrel Reeves
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