CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Oh Yeah
(You think you know me)
(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah, yeah
I got money, I hopped out of bed
Oh, yeah, hold up
Yeah, oh, yeah
Yeah, oh, yeah
Yeah (Racks on his head), oh, yeah
I got money, I hopped out of bed
Damn, he tried it, racks on his head
Damn, we not playing fair
Told her to ride it just like the fair
No running, no hiding, n***a, oh, well
Yeah, put that lil' dope on the scale
I got a big bankroll, I'ma throw it in the air
I got a real bad b*t*h, oh, yeah
Racks, they come in the mail
Yeah, bags, they going for sale
Yeah, and thе sh*t that I rock YSL
Yeah, and your ship is gon' sink, it won't sail
I know she gon' f**k me, shе think I can't tell
She told me her n***a broke, he lame as hell
She said if I hit it, then, no, I can't tell
She suck me so crazy, she nasty as hell
This b*t*h rocking Off-White drip like mayo
Lil' bro serving real deal coke, call it yayo
I just bought a zip and it came with a smell
I think that they finding out just what I paid for (What I paid for)
I got money, I hopped out of bed
Damn, he tried it, racks on his head
Damn, we not playing fair
Told her to ride it just like the fair
No running, no hiding, n***a, oh, well
Yeah, put that lil' dope on the scale
I got a big bankroll, I'ma throw it in the air
I got a real bad b*t*h, oh, yeah
I got a whole lot of racks, put them sh*ts in bands
I got a whole lot of drip, I rock this sh*t like bands
I smoke a whole lot of dope, I'm high and I can't land
I flooded my fingers with so much water, ain't no land
I got a foreign b*t*h, she Himalayan
I don't know the last time I popped a Xan'
And just like the new 'Vette, I'm moving fast
No, I'm not a rookie, I'm a vet and I'm on they a**
And my n***a got a stick, he blow it like that
I count up super quick and I was skipping math
I got a smart b*t*h, she got a stupid a**
She got a smart mouth, like, n***a, who asked?
I got money, I hopped out of bed
Damn, he tried it, racks on his head
Damn, we not playing fair
Told her to ride it just like the fair
No running, no hiding, n***a, oh, well
Yeah, put that lil' dope on the scale
I got a big bankroll, I'ma throw it in the air
I got a real bad b*t*h, oh, yeah
(You think you know me)
(Clayco on the beat)
(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah, yeah
I got money, I hopped out of bed
Oh, yeah, hold up
Yeah, oh, yeah
Yeah, oh, yeah
Yeah (Racks on his head), oh, yeah
I got money, I hopped out of bed
Damn, he tried it, racks on his head
Damn, we not playing fair
Told her to ride it just like the fair
No running, no hiding, n***a, oh, well
Yeah, put that lil' dope on the scale
I got a big bankroll, I'ma throw it in the air
I got a real bad b*t*h, oh, yeah
Racks, they come in the mail
Yeah, bags, they going for sale
Yeah, and thе sh*t that I rock YSL
Yeah, and your ship is gon' sink, it won't sail
I know she gon' f**k me, shе think I can't tell
She told me her n***a broke, he lame as hell
She said if I hit it, then, no, I can't tell
She suck me so crazy, she nasty as hell
This b*t*h rocking Off-White drip like mayo
Lil' bro serving real deal coke, call it yayo
I just bought a zip and it came with a smell
I think that they finding out just what I paid for (What I paid for)
I got money, I hopped out of bed
Damn, he tried it, racks on his head
Damn, we not playing fair
Told her to ride it just like the fair
No running, no hiding, n***a, oh, well
Yeah, put that lil' dope on the scale
I got a big bankroll, I'ma throw it in the air
I got a real bad b*t*h, oh, yeah
I got a whole lot of racks, put them sh*ts in bands
I got a whole lot of drip, I rock this sh*t like bands
I smoke a whole lot of dope, I'm high and I can't land
I flooded my fingers with so much water, ain't no land
I got a foreign b*t*h, she Himalayan
I don't know the last time I popped a Xan'
And just like the new 'Vette, I'm moving fast
No, I'm not a rookie, I'm a vet and I'm on they a**
And my n***a got a stick, he blow it like that
I count up super quick and I was skipping math
I got a smart b*t*h, she got a stupid a**
She got a smart mouth, like, n***a, who asked?
I got money, I hopped out of bed
Damn, he tried it, racks on his head
Damn, we not playing fair
Told her to ride it just like the fair
No running, no hiding, n***a, oh, well
Yeah, put that lil' dope on the scale
I got a big bankroll, I'ma throw it in the air
I got a real bad b*t*h, oh, yeah
(You think you know me)
(Clayco on the beat)
