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Why your bitch still gotta [?] Yam Think it's time we get a couple things in order We ain't 'bout to take no orders (Yeah) Donct act like you fucking know us We ain't with the back and forward Money stronger, had to turn up (Yeah) Don't think you should tryna run 'em (Yeah) Might hella niggas on the stage But we ain't performers Janky-eyed and hypnotised Wavin' they hands out the side Know that Sleezy down to slide Know Mikey D down to slide If I let her spend the night She think that she won a prize Dollar signs be on my mind Dollar signs be on me I'ma cook it up and makеs the streets go woah, woah Got the recipе, bon appétit like woah, woah Might just cuff your bitch, do it with ease like scoop, scoop This how it sound when you wake the beast like woop, woop SongtexteI'ma keep on working 'til I buy what I want Cop what mom want, family get some sums I'ma keep on working my Alfredo Parmesan Bread Italian, Vegas roll the dons Live extravagant, nights is coming young Lil' nigga is robbing shit so you can't trust these fucking bums Let me get some money, I can't call it flipping funds I ain't sleep in schedule, I be up until the sun Shoey got the boolay, for the drink we on the rum Booty shaking, percolate, she gyrate when they queue to play I dodged the bitch, I'm working bae, I'll hit you when we drop the tape Almost droppin', hold the weight, don't touch my fam, no fucks, no play I'ma cook it up and makes the streets go woah, woah Got the recipe, bon appétit like woah, woah Might just cuff your bitch, do it with ease like scoop, scoop This how it sound when you wake the beast like woop, woop Where she at? I'm 'bout to ball up Shoot my shot like Chauncey Billups I think I just dodged a bullet (Yeah) She must think a nigga stupid Y'all know I don't see no future (Yeah) I know I can't be a lover Baby, you know I'm a huslter (Yeah) Tryna get that diamond cluster On my motherfucking knuckle I know I can't never buck her (Yeah) I know I can't be a buster (Yeah) Spread the money like it's mustard Rockin' chains, I hardly tuck 'em Might just let the diamonds tustle Marijuana crumbled on the vinyl, Stevie Wonder Used to scam (Yeah), used to front a nigga grams (Grams) Look into the mirror and I still see who I am (See who I am) Make the paper stack, it got me feeling like a man (The man) You like the dickin' and want me to get up in them yams (Yams) I'ma cook it up and makes the streets go woah, woah Got the recipe, bon appétit like woah, woah Might just cuff your bitch, do it with ease like scoop, scoop This how it sound when you wake the beast like woop, woop Think it's time we get a couple things in order We ain't 'bout to take no orders Donct act like you fucking know us We ain't with the back and forward Money stronger, had to turn up Don't think you should tryna run 'em Might hella niggas on the stage But we ain't performers Aus Songtexte Mania