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Woah, uh
Woah, uh, uh
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah Brr, brr
Uh-huh, yeah
Trooper-ed, trooper-ed
Trooper-ed, trooper-ed
I'm goin' stupid, yeah

Chorus: Jazz Cartier
Why they keep fucking with me Huh Uh-huh
Why they keep fucking with me Huh Uh-huh
I try to keep the peace, mama, but they keep fucking with me, uh
Money ain't nothin' to me, uh
Spend a hundred, it's nothin' to me, uh 'Bout that
She wanna fuck after the club, I gave her somethin' to eat

Verse 1: Jazz Cartier
Forever fly, fuck a tarmac Ha-ha
How you rap and got no slaps No slaps
Get your money up and your hoe back
Bad bitches, we remote that Woo
If it's beef then we smoke that Smoke that
Broke niggas, cut 'em no slack
We some hot boys so we toast that, yeah
Stirring O's like they Froot Loops, woah Fruity, fruity, yeah
Never touched road, you in gym shoes
Trying to stack 'til it grow mildew
Can't lie, I won't miss you, woah Don't miss you
My new bitch do it times two
Bought her chest and her lips too
Run 'em down in them Jim' Choos, woah, yeah, uh Catch up, catch up, catch up, yeah
Bitch, God damn, I heard you ride around with a strap Me too
I heard you gaining bread like a motherfucker Me too
But I gain bread too when I fuck 'em over
Here to stay, Russian K, Cuban chain, full tank
Bitch, I know you got that for me
I ain't trying to hear no sorries
Switch it up, get a new one shortly Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, can I have a second and talk to you

Chorus: Jazz Cartier
Why they keep fucking with me Huh Uh-huh
Why they keep fucking with me Huh Uh-huh
I try to keep the peace, mama, but they keep fucking with me, uh
Money ain't nothin' to me, uh
Spend a hundred, it's nothin' to me, uh 'Bout that
She wanna fuck after the club, I gave her somethin' to eat

Post-Chorus: Jazz Cartier
Relax, this shit is nothin' to me, uh It's nothing
This shit is nothin' to me, uh
Niggas swear that they, uh, wait
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, uh

Verse 2: Cousin Stizz
Ayy, this shit is nothin' to me either Real life
Met a new bitch tonight and then turned her to meat eater Yeah
In love with the shit but we cheaters
I lay around with the street creepers Okay
Fire up the ZaZa, it need steamers Yeah
You need a thousand for these sneakers Phew
Really, I never gave one fuck, long as we up and fill the lane, feel me, babe Ayy
Pounds all in the truck, we play the ball when ain't no love in the game Yeah
Approached our way, who dumb enough
That ain't a stain, just stumble-up
Far as the plan, remember, you dubbin' us Damn
But run it, I gotta go double up Ayy
I gotta triple up Ayy
I gotta quadruple Ayy, y'all see Ayy
I'm in the bar with a star thing
She give me all noodle
Millions and hundreds, it's all crucial Cash
My dogs sell co-co, they all coo-coo
Can't fold this shit up
We fillin' that counter up, chump by the chump Ayy
I know that enough not enough Ayy

Chorus: Jazz Cartier
Why they keep fucking with me Huh Uh-huh
Why they keep fucking with me Huh Uh-huh
I try to keep the peace, mama, but they keep fucking with me, uh
Money ain't nothin' to me, uh
Spend a hundred, it's nothin' to me, uh 'Bout that
She wanna fuck after the club, I gave her somethin' to eat

Post-Chorus: Jazz Cartier
Relax, this shit is nothin' to me, uh It's nothing
This shit is nothin' to me, uh
Niggas swear that they, uh, wait
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, uh