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Whoa Whoa Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah (brr, brr) Uh-huh, yeah Trooper-ed, trooper-ed Trooper-ed, trooper-ed I'm goin' stupid, yeah Why they keep fucking with me? Huh? (Uh-huh) Why they keep fucking with me? Huh? (Uh-huh) I try to keep the peace, mama, but they keep fucking with me, uh Money ain't nothin' to me, uh Spend a hundred, it's nothin' to me, uh ('bout that) She wanna fuck after the club, I gave her somethin' to eat Forever fly, fuck a tarmac (ha-ha) How you rap and got no slaps? (No slaps) Get your money up and your hoe back Bad bitches, we remote that (woo) If it's beef then we smoke that (smoke that) Broke niggas, cut 'em no slack We some hot boys, so we toast that, yeah Stirring O's like they Froot Loops, whoa (fruity, fruity, yeah) Never touched road, you in gym shoes Trying to stack 'til it grow mildew Can't lie, I won't miss you, woah (don't miss you) My new bitch do it times two Bought her chest and the lips too Run 'em down in them Jim' Choos, whoa Yeah, uh Bitch, goddamn, I heard you ride around with a strap (me too) I heard you gaining bread like a motherfucker (me too) But I get bread too when I fuck 'em over Here to stay, Russian K, Cuban chain, full tank Bitch, I know you got that for me I ain't trying to hear no sorries Switch it up, get a new one shortly (hold on, hold on) (Can I have a second to talk to you?) Why they keep fucking with me? Huh? (Uh-huh) Why they keep fucking with me? Huh? (Uh-huh) I try to keep the peace, mama, but they keep fucking with me, uh Money ain't nothin' to me, uh Spend a hundred, it's nothin' to me, uh (go buy that) She wanna fuck after the club, I gave her somethin' to eat, relax This shit is nothin' to me, uh (it's nothing) This shit is nothin' to me, uh Niggas swear that they, uh, wait Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, uh Ayy, this shit is nothin' to me either (real life) Met a new bitch tonight and then turned her to meat eater (yeah) In love with the shit, but we cheaters I lay around with the street creepers (okay) Fire up the ZaZa, it need steamers (yeah) You need a thousand for these sneakers Really, I never gave one fuck Long as we up and fill the lane, feel me, babe? (Ayy) Pounds all in the truck We play the ball when ain't no love in the game (yeah) Poach is the way, who dumb enough? That ain't a stain, just stumble-up Far as the plan, remember, you dubbin' us (damn) But run it, I gotta go double up (ayy) I gotta triple up (ayy), I gotta quadruple (ayy), y'all see (ayy) I'm in the bar with a star thing She give me all noodle Millions and hundreds, it's all crucial (cash) My dawgs sell co-co, they all coo-coo Can't fold this shit up We fillin' that counter up, chump by the chump (ayy) I know that enough not enough (ayy) Why they keep fucking with me? Huh? (Uh-huh) Why they keep fucking with me? Huh? (Uh-huh) I try to keep the peace, mama, but they keep fucking with me, uh Money ain't nothin' to me, uh Spend a hundred, it's nothin' to me, uh (go buy that) She wanna fuck after the club, I gave her somethin' to eat, relax This shit is nothin' to me, uh (it's nothing) This shit is nothin' to me, uh Niggas swear that they, uh, wait Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, uh
Writer(s): Stephen Michael Feigenbaum, Cooper Mcgill, Chris Patrick, Kristopher Maradi, Jahmarie Wishart Adams, Jonny Peterson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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