CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Soda
Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, little b*t*h
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey), hold on, uh
I got a duffel bag full of cash, n***a, and I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on sh*t, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain n***as that's for certain killas, but sh*t, handlin' business
I like my b*t*hes bad with a fat a**, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin'
I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, n***as couldn't ever leave the crib
I said, "F**k that sh*t, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live"
I know n***as growin' up prematurely, but f**k it, n***a, I ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to n***as I ain't scurry
And by any means that's necessary, designer jeans my hereditary
I f**ked that ho like mid-May just to have a baby by February
Like, oh man, crazy as hell, this job only pay me a lil'
Wonder how a Mercedes'll feel? Daydreamin' ain't payin' a bill
Uh, watch how I f**k it up, get back
All these other n***as straight big cap, uh, uh, uh
Lambo truck straight pitch black
Shoppin' at Saks on Fifth Ave, uh, uh, uh
My unborn daughter got a rich dad
First car gon' be a Hellcat, uh, uh, uh
Good gas, boy, we smell that
Shoes same cost as Chanel bag, uh, uh, uh (Hold on, uh)
I got a duffel bag full of cash, n***a, and I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on sh*t, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain n***as that's for certain killas, but sh*t, handlin' business
I like my b*t*hes bad with a fat a**, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin'
I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, n***as couldn't ever leave the crib (What'd you say? What'd you say, Cordae?)
I said, "F**k that sh*t, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live" (Okay)
I know n***as growin' up prematurely, but f**k it, n***a, I ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to n***as I ain't scurry (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, water)
Don't even gotta finish my sentence, they feelin' my presence
Like a knee, but you closed eyelids (Closed)
Feelin' like a menace to Society, I'm Dennis The Menace without sobriety, hold my beer (Oh my)
Ayy, listen here, to make that kind of money, you gon' need to wish upon a fairy godmother tear (Ayy, ayy, ayy, it's tear)
I ain't talkin' Rudolph, I'm makin' it rain, dear (Rain)
Soundin' like I'm Naruto, talkin' about pain here (Huh), uh, uh, uh
She jackin' my beanstalk, get that?
Golden Goose, had to get your b*t*h back, uh, uh, uh
You n***as need to go and get your drip back
Mismatch, need the milk, Similac, uh, uh, uh
Probably took a catnap and still in my peripheral (Woo)
Keepin' it with the nat-nats, uh, uh, uh
I'ma ace this blackjack, schoolin' 'em
On how to handle the rock like I'm Jack Black, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh (Get it)
Hot as Grand Crayon sand scorpion critter
Radioactive, I broke the emitter
You bitter, actin' like unpaid babysitter (You bitter)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Bitter)
Flow sharper than any arrow in Robin Hood quiver
Sh*t on the pu**y, shovel over the kitty litter
Stay with the stick and the misfit, I'm Master Splinter (Hold on, uh, uh)
I got a duffel bag full of cash, n***a, and I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on sh*t, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain n***as that's for certain killas, but sh*t, handlin' business
I like my b*t*hes bad with a fat a**, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin'
I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, n***as couldn't ever leave the crib
I said, "F**k that sh*t, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live"
I know n***as growin' up prematurely, but f**k it, n***a, I ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to n***as I ain't scurry
If a n***a ever talk sh*t, I'ma finish him
F**k the police and f**k George Zimmerman
Just told M1 he the new Timbaland
N***as switched up on me, Aunt Vivian
Good kid from a mad city, no minivan
Love a fat a**, but really, I'm a t**ty man
Hit the strip club, spent at least about fifty bands
F**k all the bullsh*t, I'm the real Dirty Dan
Ayy, what you need? You a centipede, you can't f**k with me
I'm a winner, you a runner-up, Mike Huckabee
Luckily, cut some n***as off, now I'm sucker-free
My b*t*h, she's so f**king bad, buy her double C's (Hold on, uh)
I got a duffel bag full of cash, n***a, and I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on sh*t, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain n***as that's for certain killas, but sh*t, handlin' business
I like my b*t*hes bad with a fat a**, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin'
I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, n***as couldn't ever leave the crib
I said, "F**k that sh*t, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live"
I know n***as growin' up prematurely, but f**k it, n***a, I ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to n***as I ain't scurry
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey), hold on, uh
I got a duffel bag full of cash, n***a, and I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on sh*t, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain n***as that's for certain killas, but sh*t, handlin' business
I like my b*t*hes bad with a fat a**, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin'
I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, n***as couldn't ever leave the crib
I said, "F**k that sh*t, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live"
I know n***as growin' up prematurely, but f**k it, n***a, I ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to n***as I ain't scurry
And by any means that's necessary, designer jeans my hereditary
I f**ked that ho like mid-May just to have a baby by February
Like, oh man, crazy as hell, this job only pay me a lil'
Wonder how a Mercedes'll feel? Daydreamin' ain't payin' a bill
Uh, watch how I f**k it up, get back
All these other n***as straight big cap, uh, uh, uh
Lambo truck straight pitch black
Shoppin' at Saks on Fifth Ave, uh, uh, uh
My unborn daughter got a rich dad
First car gon' be a Hellcat, uh, uh, uh
Good gas, boy, we smell that
Shoes same cost as Chanel bag, uh, uh, uh (Hold on, uh)
I got a duffel bag full of cash, n***a, and I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on sh*t, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain n***as that's for certain killas, but sh*t, handlin' business
I like my b*t*hes bad with a fat a**, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin'
I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, n***as couldn't ever leave the crib (What'd you say? What'd you say, Cordae?)
I said, "F**k that sh*t, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live" (Okay)
I know n***as growin' up prematurely, but f**k it, n***a, I ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to n***as I ain't scurry (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, water)
Don't even gotta finish my sentence, they feelin' my presence
Like a knee, but you closed eyelids (Closed)
Feelin' like a menace to Society, I'm Dennis The Menace without sobriety, hold my beer (Oh my)
Ayy, listen here, to make that kind of money, you gon' need to wish upon a fairy godmother tear (Ayy, ayy, ayy, it's tear)
I ain't talkin' Rudolph, I'm makin' it rain, dear (Rain)
Soundin' like I'm Naruto, talkin' about pain here (Huh), uh, uh, uh
She jackin' my beanstalk, get that?
Golden Goose, had to get your b*t*h back, uh, uh, uh
You n***as need to go and get your drip back
Mismatch, need the milk, Similac, uh, uh, uh
Probably took a catnap and still in my peripheral (Woo)
Keepin' it with the nat-nats, uh, uh, uh
I'ma ace this blackjack, schoolin' 'em
On how to handle the rock like I'm Jack Black, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh (Get it)
Hot as Grand Crayon sand scorpion critter
Radioactive, I broke the emitter
You bitter, actin' like unpaid babysitter (You bitter)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Bitter)
Flow sharper than any arrow in Robin Hood quiver
Sh*t on the pu**y, shovel over the kitty litter
Stay with the stick and the misfit, I'm Master Splinter (Hold on, uh, uh)
I got a duffel bag full of cash, n***a, and I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on sh*t, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain n***as that's for certain killas, but sh*t, handlin' business
I like my b*t*hes bad with a fat a**, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin'
I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, n***as couldn't ever leave the crib
I said, "F**k that sh*t, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live"
I know n***as growin' up prematurely, but f**k it, n***a, I ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to n***as I ain't scurry
If a n***a ever talk sh*t, I'ma finish him
F**k the police and f**k George Zimmerman
Just told M1 he the new Timbaland
N***as switched up on me, Aunt Vivian
Good kid from a mad city, no minivan
Love a fat a**, but really, I'm a t**ty man
Hit the strip club, spent at least about fifty bands
F**k all the bullsh*t, I'm the real Dirty Dan
Ayy, what you need? You a centipede, you can't f**k with me
I'm a winner, you a runner-up, Mike Huckabee
Luckily, cut some n***as off, now I'm sucker-free
My b*t*h, she's so f**king bad, buy her double C's (Hold on, uh)
I got a duffel bag full of cash, n***a, and I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on sh*t, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain n***as that's for certain killas, but sh*t, handlin' business
I like my b*t*hes bad with a fat a**, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin'
I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, n***as couldn't ever leave the crib
I said, "F**k that sh*t, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live"
I know n***as growin' up prematurely, but f**k it, n***a, I ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to n***as I ain't scurry
