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Aye, yeah, yeah Show me where you at, yeah, yeah Kyle, you made that? Young Russell, big tipper on the one, lil baby Face the camera when I ask ya, "who you love lil baby?" Aye, I'ma trick it til I'm done, lil baby We might end up having a daughter or a son, lil baby Loverboy, I don't ever got to cat call shit I make a scene, [?], I'm like "that's all bitch" You tryna holla, she just look at you like back off kid I keep it groovy, you can't spend no fuckin' cash on this, aye I look at my ops with a middle finger peace sign Never hit the party If I knew them bitches b line Baddie with a fatty walked in from the east side You might have to hold the door longer for her behind Shit is just way too big, I'm on some player shit Some [?] or [?], player shit I've got to think thick My bitch and my money roll major thick Figures that make me sick They stunt with no money, don't pay for shit I know the real, I'm surrounded by the facts I've been working hard, I put my city on my back She just said her body ready, show me where you at Break it down just like that Songtexte Then it's back to the money when the sun is out She gon' pop it, pop it, like I brought the ones out Mami body bangin' like the gun is out If you tryna hit it, better bring your funds out All you wanna come and tall play your name, huh I'ma beat it, I'ma tear it out the frame, huh Oh you love it when the boy gettin' paid, huh You gon' pop it for me every single way, god damn Aye, every single way, we in every single state What's your sign and your name, yeah No shame, still young and untamed I just walked in with a chick that look fresh off a runway, yeah Candy paint, Dickies full of Henney stains, yeah Ask me how the hell am I doing, can't complain, oh Sent her home with a sweater from the gang If you found out how we did it, you won't look at her the same Still they talking out they lip, but they can't say it to me up front I ain't gotta talk back, I got kush up in my lungs I ain't with the drama, bruh I'm here for all the fun Mama look at this young player I've become, aye I know the real, I don't gotta be with frauds When I'm down to [?], baby I know who to call Got my sweat dripping from the window to the wall Now baby, let me give it all And then it's back to the money when the sun is out She gon' pop it, pop it, like I brought the ones out Mami body bangin' like the gun is out If you tryna hit it, better bring your funds out All you wanna come and tall play your name, huh I'ma beat it, I'ma tear it out the frame, huh Oh you love it when the boy gettin' paid, huh You gon' pop it for me every single way, god damn Daddy this ain't free, fuck you mean? Give me them shoes, that Birken bag is mine That coupe is mine and you gon' give it all to me You love me right? Ha ha ha Aus Songtexte Mania