That’s Gangsta

"Ayy, mane, what you say, mane? It's 2024
Shout out to all my queens. I just got a lil' PSA, you know?
Back in the day, the men was makin' more money than us
But now, the women are rulin' the world and
If you makin' the same bag or you makin' more than your man
I think it's okay for you to go fifty-fifty
I don't give a f- if you broke
Treat him! "Baby, where you wanna go? You wanna go to [?]?
You wanna go to Crustaceans? It's on me. It's okay. I got it.""

That's gangsta
When you gettin' that -, never tell (that's gangsta)
Put on all your - in the field (that's gangsta)
If she holdin' steel in her purse (that's gangsta)
Whack 'em, kiss his mama at the church (that's gangsta)
Big team crab on the grill (that's gangsta)
Oh, you sent that bread for that appeal? (That's gangsta)
Double R hidden in the Hills (that's gangsta)
Lead a country, make a couplе mill (that's gangsta)

I'm a hard mo-, I ball hard like thе Rucker
And all my people eatin'—you'd think I came with my butler
Dolce Gabbana bucket—I'm drippin' when I'm in public
I was out in the field when most of these - wasn't
I'm just keepin' it gangsta 'cause most of these - love it
We get to talkin' gangsta, these - gon' switch the subject
Can't get this sh- for you, but I can show you where the mud at
Money, power, respect—I know some - die for that
Ramen noodles and rice—we came up not overnight
The reason I'm undefeated like all the Mayweather fights
You back a dog in a corner, you know that he gonna bite
Come press down a hunnid thousand—like luggage, I'm on a flight

That's gangsta
When you gettin' that -, never tell (that's gangsta)
Put on all your - in the field (that's gangsta)
If she holdin' steel in her purse (that's gangsta)
Whack 'em, kiss his mama at the church (that's gangsta)
Big team crab on the grill (that's gangsta)
Oh, you sent that bread for that appeal? (That's gangsta)
Double R hidden in the Hills (that's gangsta)
Lead a country, make a couplе mill (that's gangsta)

This b- on my side, all she like to do is licks
This b- on my side, she'll take a n- bricks
This b- on my side on my side e'ry night
Anybody get wrong, she gon' get they - right

She wanna ride with the gangstas
She wanna pull a few capers
I'm gettin' money, she gettin' money
You know this bread contagious
My b- in Chanel, black and white
Private flight back tonight
Your life is good—you fu- me right
F- up a bag, 'cause I brought it twice—f- it up
Ain't got no time—you crossin' a line
We goin' up on a -
You playin' with mine, I'm playin' with iron
So don't make me up on a -
They ain't wanna f- with a -
Now, I'm fifty up on a -
You ain't f- with me then, don't f- with me now
You can't say, "What up?" to me, -
That's gangsta

Handshakes in back rooms can seal your fate
One bad look from the right boss, life won't be the same
These tricks ain't for kids—do you understand?
This is serious biz, so be careful who you stand next to
Betray my trust and I'll miss you, but I won't cry
Know why?
I'll wish you well
Put my secrets with you in your coffin 'cause the dead can't talk
That nigga will
They never spill
They never spill



Credits
Writer(s): Sean J. Combs, Jamaal Barrow, Leon F. Iii Sylvers, Mario Winans
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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