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Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah
Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah
Oh
Yeah, oh

Chorus
Niggas be actin' like hoes, we so different So different
Ball like a pro, bitch, I'm prolific Boom
Niggas be salty, I am so bossy Bossy
When they be leavin' we call up some more?bitches?Brrt,?brrt
Baby, I want?you to do?better Do better
I got more hoes than a Hugh Hefner Hugh Hefner
She tryna leave on her ex ring, nah
She tryna get on a new level Why
My jewelry hit hard and I move better Move better
She know with me make her view better View better
I'm bangin' blue on the blue devils Hood
And used to get hit, now shit too wetter Too wetter
Walk in the club and we changin' the weather Weather
I got more money than I done had ever Never
I cannot fall for one bitch, I got several Got several
See me in traffic, know I got that metal I got that metal

Verse 1
Everyday I just be grindin', gettin' paid Yeah
Blessed 'cause I don't make no minimum wage Yeah
Race through the snow, like, I gotta get paid Oh, yeah
Bad bitch like every day, gotta get laid Oh
I'm quarantine clean, plus I got a maid Yeah
Don't know the time, I've been workin' for days Yeah
I'ma just give all my shooters a raise Yeah
Sit back and stack all my chips like some Lays Oh
Ain't nothin' sweet but my diamonds look glazed Glazed
She fine and pretty with ugly ways
All of my niggas get rich, we the wave
I wake up and walk through my spot with some sage Sage
I like 'em pretty and mean Yeah, mean
Real niggas know what I mean Yeah, mean
Choppa looks good and them bitches get saved Oh, yeah
Ballin' like Kobe, got too many rings Oh
No, on the real, I done turned to a target Yeah
I got that blicky on me, it was sparkin' Yeah
Married to the street but still on the market Yeah
Suck me to sleep and she bendin', she archin' Oh
Baby girl ass lookin' fat like the
My homie a fugitive, duckin' the Marshalls
Got the whole work in my palm,
Think we gon' burn up the beat like a arson

Chorus
Niggas be actin' like hoes, we so different Yeah
Ball like a pro, bitch, I'm prolific Yeah
Niggas be salty, I am so bossy Oh, yeah
When they be leavin' we call up some more bitches Brrt, brrt, yeah
Baby, I want you to do better Yeah
I got more hoes than a Hugh Hefner Yeah
She tryna leave on her ex ring, nah Yeah
She tryna get on a new level Oh
My jewelry hit hard and I move better Splash
She know with me make her view better Hey, woo
I'm bangin' blue on the blue devils Hood
And used to get hit, now shit too wetter Too wetter
Walk in the club, and we changing the weather
I got more money than I done had ever I done had ever
I cannot fall for one bitch, I got several I got several
See me in traffic, know I got that metal I got that metal

Verse 2
Since a lil' nigga been big dawg Big dawg
I'm sendin' hits, everyone pissed off
I got two sticks, call 'em criss-cross Criss-cross
These niggas broke like a hip, dawg Hip, dawg
I cannot settle for less Settle for less
Thankin' the Lord that I'm blessed Lord that I'm blessed
Came up off game and finesse Finesse
If it ain't family, then fuck all the rest Fuck all the rest
She suck my dick while I drive
She drive my car with no cap, all the lies
Don't want my bitch on my own
She callin' me for advice Me for advice
I done been everywhere, bitch, I been on Bitch, I been on
Screamin' my name and they singin' my song
I just been chillin', I been in my zone
Bad bitches everywhere that won't leave me 'lone

Chorus
Niggas be actin' like hoes, we so different Oh
Ball like a pro, bitch, I'm prolific Oh
Niggas be salty, I am so bossy Oh, yeah
When they be leavin' we call up some more bitches Brrt, brrt, oh
Baby, I want you to do better Yeah
I got more hoes than a Hugh Hefner Yeah
She tryna leave on her ex ring, nah Yeah
She tryna get on a new level Oh
My jewelry hit hard and I move better Splash
She know with me make her view better Hey, woo
I'm bangin' blue on the blue devils Hood
And used to get hit, now shit too wetter Too wetter
Walk in the club, and we changing the weather
I got more money than I done had ever I done had ever
I cannot fall for one bitch, I got several I got several
See me in traffic, know I got that metal I got that metal

Outro
We got the drum on the stick, talk Damn
These lil' niggas don't want get me pissed off
Write a few names on the list, dawg
I'ma fuck around, knock the whole list off