GRAMMY PARTY
I've seen baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick (yeah)
Let's go, nigga
Huh
(Bang baby, that's my baby)
I've seen baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick
I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya
I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya hit
And I can't tell her everythin' about me, I'm a pimp
Yeah, I step on business, she gonna respect my pimpin' (yeah)
You know I don't care about feelings (yeah), you know I care about millions (let's go)
You know she want me to fuck her for free, she don't even let y'all niggas (I tell 'em)
I tell them, new niggas better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all niggas, yeah
Pull up and hop out that thin' on 'em, cars to the side
Hoggin' the lane on 'em, look how I drive
I'm in the paint on 'em, lil nigga small
I'm havin' weight on 'em, get up and ball
Ain't finna wait on these bands a dog
She let me spank on 'em
I ain't finna waste time with none of you niggas
I crank up that Rolls-Royce and go to the bank on 'em
Come get my key, I'm at the back with it
I'm on tequila, don't the name of it
Got drunk as fuck, I had a hangover
'Bout to go buy my BM the new Range Rover
These niggas weak, I'm in the way on 'em
Ain't in the streets, ain't got no stain on 'em
I ain't gon' never believe that she love me
'Til she go tattoo my mufuckin' name on her
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm in the cage on 'em
I set it off, ain't finna play on 'em
We let it out, fuck her, and lay on her
She wanna go one more time, I'm okay with it
These niggas carry they gun every now and then
I am not one of them, I am gon' stay with it
These niggas touch me, I bet you that magazine
Inside the church I've one of they face on it
Bitch, I'ma dog
I've seen baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick
I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya
I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya hit
And I can't tell her everythin' about me, I'm a pimp
Yeah, I step on business (yeah), she gonna respect my pimpin' (yeah)
You know I don't care about feelings (yeah), you know I care about millions (let's go)
You know she want me to fuck her for free, she don't even let y'all niggas (no)
I tell them, new niggas better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all niggas (oh)
Yeah
Bitch
Yeah
Let's go!
Let's go, nigga
Huh
(Bang baby, that's my baby)
I've seen baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick
I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya
I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya hit
And I can't tell her everythin' about me, I'm a pimp
Yeah, I step on business, she gonna respect my pimpin' (yeah)
You know I don't care about feelings (yeah), you know I care about millions (let's go)
You know she want me to fuck her for free, she don't even let y'all niggas (I tell 'em)
I tell them, new niggas better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all niggas, yeah
Pull up and hop out that thin' on 'em, cars to the side
Hoggin' the lane on 'em, look how I drive
I'm in the paint on 'em, lil nigga small
I'm havin' weight on 'em, get up and ball
Ain't finna wait on these bands a dog
She let me spank on 'em
I ain't finna waste time with none of you niggas
I crank up that Rolls-Royce and go to the bank on 'em
Come get my key, I'm at the back with it
I'm on tequila, don't the name of it
Got drunk as fuck, I had a hangover
'Bout to go buy my BM the new Range Rover
These niggas weak, I'm in the way on 'em
Ain't in the streets, ain't got no stain on 'em
I ain't gon' never believe that she love me
'Til she go tattoo my mufuckin' name on her
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm in the cage on 'em
I set it off, ain't finna play on 'em
We let it out, fuck her, and lay on her
She wanna go one more time, I'm okay with it
These niggas carry they gun every now and then
I am not one of them, I am gon' stay with it
These niggas touch me, I bet you that magazine
Inside the church I've one of they face on it
Bitch, I'ma dog
I've seen baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick
I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya
I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya hit
And I can't tell her everythin' about me, I'm a pimp
Yeah, I step on business (yeah), she gonna respect my pimpin' (yeah)
You know I don't care about feelings (yeah), you know I care about millions (let's go)
You know she want me to fuck her for free, she don't even let y'all niggas (no)
I tell them, new niggas better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all niggas (oh)
Yeah
Bitch
Yeah
Let's go!
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Joshua David Goldenberg, Edgar Ferrara, Benjamin Falk
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