[Intro] Uh, yeah Tell me how you feel She said, "Alright, what you wanna do?" Baow, yeah
[Chorus] Which one of you bald head ass hoes said I ain't gettin' to the money? (Who?) I ain't thumbin' through a hundred (I know he ain't), like my trap ain't really jumping (Baow) Who all these niggas I be frontin'? (Yeah) Put my freedom on the line for this, no nigga ain't gave me nothin' (Yeah) Old friends up in they feels like I ain't keep that shit one hundred (Huh?) I ain't tryna put niggas on that ain't tried to help me get no money (Friends?) He don't want no bread, he gon' end up dead, that nigga a flunkey I ain't gotta do no runnin' (Runnin'), I'm the one who got it jumping (Jump that) Got relationships with my junkies (Yeah), even Teeda know how I'm comin'
[Verse 1] Look, I'm cutting up strips of bacon, ain't no nickels inside this piggy bank (Nah) She don't know where I stay, we fuck in rooms 'cause that's my sneaky link (That's my-) I show love to all my hoes, I take her shopping, that's my stinky stinky (That's my stink) Never cross my partner, I pinky promise (Yeah) with a pinky ring (Bitch) Mister, if he don't, then I will (The realest), biggest P I just broke a bitch who had on high heels, look at me (Look at me) Looking down on bitches, now I see how God feel (Yeah) My son say he love me 'cause my ('Cause my), 'cause my car look like Hot Wheels (Skrrt, vroom) Asphalt, fast car (Yeah), suck it 'til you gag on it (Baow) Know I'm from the hood, I treat a Rolls Royce like a NASCAR (Yeah, skrrt) I'ma send a blitz to make sure he don't get that pass off (Come here, a blitz) Fifty shots in this glizzy (Grrt), Zach, he lying, say he ran off Super lick, soon as I walk in the room, she take her pants off (Come here) "Ro, you trippin'" (Yeah), how you got that money and cut yo' mans off? (Grrt) I was tired of doing favors, so I put tape up on my end (Man) Took my heart from out my chest (Oh, shit) and cut my hands off (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, she fine but I don't trust her (Baow) I can't beef behind no 'Cat, I'm not no sucker (Uh-uh) I'm not Hollywood at all, I still fuck a ho with my brothers (You will?) Married to the trap (Baow), I done went put rings on each knuckle (Yeah) Got a mean hustle (Baow), Fetty Wap will make yo' knees buckle
[Chorus] Which one of you bald head ass hoes said I ain't gettin' to the money? (Who?) I ain't thumbin' through a hundred (Ayy, stop playin'), like my trap ain't really jumping Who all these niggas I be frontin'? (What?) Put my freedom on the line for this, no nigga ain't gave me nothin' (Uh-uh) Old friends up in they feels like I ain't keep that shit one hundred I ain't tryna put niggas on that ain't tried to help me get no money (Friends?) He don't want no bread, he gon' end up dead, that nigga a flunkey I ain't gotta do no runnin' (Yeah), I'm the one who got it jumping (Run) Got relationships with my junkies (Brrt), even Teeda know how I'm comin'
[Verse 2] Yeah, Teeda know how I'm comin' (Yeah), Teeda know how I rock it (Bitch) Teeda know I'll turn this bitch up (Brrt, grrt), Ro keep his Glock (Well, yeah) Niggas know I'm good across the world (Yeah), but they know I fuck with Wop (They know I fuck with Wop) Yeah, I fuck hoes up in the trap, she dead, she send that drop (Baow), you bitch Baow-baow, get back (Come here), puttin' him in a shit bag (Yeah) Them niggas know who did that, dry snitchin' with yo' bitch ass (Yeah) I don't wear designer, this say rich tag (This say rich tag) I don't know how to treat a bitch right, so I fuck 'em all with my lil' rich ass (Haha) "Ro, you tricking, no you didn't, yes you is, you gave old girl" (Shh) Shut up, bitch, stay out my business, I'm the rawest in this city (Baow) I'ma treat her like a slut, even though she pretty And you ain't even gotta watch my back (Ain't gotta watch my back) I ain't Ricky, I got my crack up in my britches
[Chorus] Which one of you bald head ass hoes said I ain't gettin' to the money? (Who?) I ain't thumbin' through a hundred (Ayy, stop playin' with me), like my trap ain't really jumping (What?) Who all these niggas I be frontin'? (What?) Put my freedom on the line for this, no nigga ain't gave me nothin' (Hmm?) Old friends up in they feels like I ain't keep that shit one hundred (Yes, sir) I ain't tryna put niggas on that ain't tried to help me get no money (No friends) He don't want no bread, he gon' end up dead, that nigga a flunkey (Baow) I ain't gotta do no runnin' (Yeah), I'm the one who got it jumping Got relationships with my junkies, even Teeda know how I'm comin' (Yeah)
[Outro] Teeda know how I'm comin' Teeda know how I'm comin' Teeda know how I'm comin' Teeda, yeah Is you really gang? Is you really gang? Is you really gang? Don't know F5, double M for life We up, baby, baow What you wanna do? Yeah, I'ma stick wit' it, hmm Yeah, keep all that Double R trucks, baow, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
