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Mustard on the beat, ho I'm that nigga, that motherfucking nigga, nigga I'm that nigga, that motherfucking nigga My bitch that bitch, she that motherfucking bitch She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick I'm that nigga, that motherfucking nigga, nigga I'm that nigga, that motherfucking nigga My bitch that bitch, she that motherfucking bitch She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick You madder than a bitch 'cause a nigga glowed up I'm in a Aventador, this is not a Lambo truck I ain't the only one lit, my whole clique run it up You want a G for free? For free? What the fuck? (What the fuck?) I'm tired of these broke ass niggas standin' at the table They wanna pull up and fuck with the bitches, but they ain't buying no bottles Nigga, buy some motherfucking bottles, you, broke ass nigga I can't stand a broke nigga, I can't stand a broke bitch Five bands, ain't all-ones, I just threw a whole fit I'ma whole boss nigga, I keep me a boss bitch I write it down on paper, then I check it off the list All day, I'm running plays, running plays, I'm running plays Ain't got time to clean the house, bitch, I got a maid SongtexteI came to make a movie, lil' bitch, I think I'm Blade I'm a movie star, tell the promoter I need a raise I don't talk in circles, no, this not a maze I just fucked a bad bitch, ooh, I'm in a daze No, I'm not a water boy, nigga, I'm in the game Put some money on your head, twenty piece, chump change Nigga Hell nah, hell nah, nigga, move the fuck out the motherfucking way I'm tryna get to the niggas with the bag, I'm tryna get flewed out And not like that, but you look like you ain't flyin' out shit, nigga Pull up in a drop top, Uber, they ain't even hot She was a good girl, but I turned her to a thot Right pocket is a knot, left pocket hold a Glock You can the next 50, nigga, take these nine shots You always got somethin' bad to say, you a hater You niggas penny pinching, man, I'm itching for that paper I want a big crib, glass floors, elevator I like that in-house pussy like Flava Flava You in that baby mama Benz, that is not a stunt You swear you doing somethin', man, your head is corrupt Get you a nigga like me, bitch, I'm what's up I just had to take her to brunch she let me fuck You talkin' like you got the motherfucking check, but is you cuttin' it? Nigga, that's your motherfucking homeboy's section, nigga Talkin' all that shit with a G-Shock on Got your phone out, recordin' like a bitch, nigga, put your phone down Came through with a hundred niggas with me, I'm a leader If he say he about to shoot the shit up, you better believe him I'm a dog, I'm a lion, I'm a fucking hyena Got it out the mud, you can't dirty 'cause you a diva Lil' Boosie in the speaker, so you know I don't give no fucks YG hit your bitch, I really hit it, wasn't luck The war cost money, nigga, get your dollars up I'm buyin' handguns, choppas and bulletproof trucks Still standin' ten years plus, I really do this Pull your hair, hit it from the back, I really do this Diamonds dancing, got these bitches jumpin' to conclusions "YG ain't got a bag", Bitch, is you stupid? What kinda car you drivin', nigga? What type of bitches is you fucking? I'm a top notch bitch and I like top notch shit You better get your bag together, lil' nigga Aus Songtexte Mania