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Yay, yay, yay, yay…yay Yay, yay, yay, yay Aye, aye, aye, aye She only want a nigga 'cause I'm on ('cause I'm on) I been clutchin' on this plastic, on this chrome (on this chrome) Only take one call to get him goin' Young nigga had to learn to make decisions on my own No, it ain't shit, spent plenty on my 'fit Got a Gleezy on my hip, hold fifty in it's clip S five-fifty, five-fifty on my bitch Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list Aye, had to rearrange that list Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich Now a young nigga have it, used to never have shit Young nigga never had shit Now a bag on my wrist and a bag on my bitch Cooks in the whip, yeah that's tack in the whip Nieman's in the summer, that's a bag on my bitch Twitter talkin' on the net, nigga we gon' miss that Y'all don't want a nigga, I'll pull up where yo' crib at You the type of nigga that'll beg to get your bitch back So you the type of nigga that'll pay to get your shit back Letras de cancionesCooks in the whip, back to back, I be cloudy Fours after fours, pourin' up, I be drowsy Loaf after loaf, OMG I be countin' Good D' make her smile, back wit' you she be frownin' No, it ain't shit, spent plenty on my 'fit Got a Gleezy on my hip, hold fifty in its clip S five-fifty, five-fifty on my bitch Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list Aye, had to rearrange that list Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich Now a young nigga have it, used to never have shit Bitch we dipped up the neck, 50 in that clip, 50 shots out that TEC Used to hop on the bus, now I hop on the jet Switchin' states for that check, young nigga from the Crest Thirty bands on my wrist, thirty slugs in this clip Never pay for the pussy, I'm a P, not a trick Bought the whole fuckin' mall, had to take two trips Out the pole on a opp, left 'em froze like a glitch Tats on my face, big Glock on my waist Bands saved for the lawyer, if I ever catch a case Benz coup 4matic, every time I lane change Get the check, fuck fame, SOB gang gang No, it ain't shit, spent plenty on my 'fit Got a Gleezy on my hip, hold fifty in it's clip S five-fifty, five-fifty on my bitch Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list Aye, had to rearrange that list Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich Now a young nigga have it, used to never have shit From Letras Mania