CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : 289 Flow

Yeah

I'm not Yeat but I go hard on these beats, on God (Damn)
Posted up with Oz (Yeah), free bro out the slammer (Yeah)
F**ked yo' ho on camera (Yeah)
Got more hoes than Santa
Yeah
She said I'm that n***a, on God (Damn)
I got them bills and they red
Hit from the back and I got ya ho singin'
She like "ooh, ooh"
Countin' all these racks, n***a, who the f**k are you?
I don't pour no fours, n***a, I just smoke the boof (Damn)
F**k yo' boyfriend, he a goof n***a (He a goof)
Yeah, none of you n***as for real gettin' racks
I was gettin' racks since I was like fourteen
Go get up and get some cash

(Mhm, mhm)
(Mhm, mhm)
(Mhm, damn)
(Damn, damn, run that sh*t back, n***a)
She like you but she know you not me, on God (Yeah)
N***a, I feel like Magic the way I be ballin' and f**kin' these broads (Feel like Magic)
N***a's can't have it, she for the streets, n***a, on God
Paper on paper, I have it
Money countin', that's a havoc
N***a, stack it
N***a, stack it (Stack the f**kin' bands, n***a)
I don't rep with no n***as with 12
N***as know I'll never rat, yeah
One year later, still on the same sh*t, send it back like Bam, yeah