WHATEVA (feat. Krissy B the Rapper)

Little mama, you can tell me whatever I'm just tryna fit time in this schedule It's whatever, it's whatever It's you the type to hold it down like forever you can go and speak your mind It's whatever Little mama, you can tell me whatever I'm just tryna fit time in this schedule It's whatever, it's whatever It's you the type to hold it down like forever You can go and speak your mind, it's whatever It's whatever It's whatever, I know you thinking I'm clever Like I'm working for the devil, but I'm working for myself Cooking just like a chef, I ain't thinking about nothing else But trying to get it how I live Moving just like a chess piece You know I be chasing them dollars, and all of your potnas they gon holler I tell them to speak to your honor, and they not replacing the scholar You can just tell me I got it, cause I don't know if you're lying For the right amount of shine, I bet you go dropping dimes I'm really trying to make that ass mine or whatever I know you're here, you're fine, all the time, you whatever Like full speed runner, stop sign or whatever You know I like a shorty on the grind or whatever Get on my level, I swear I'm leaving them breathless You got it on your back like you're misusing your weapon Leaving them guessing you were teasing your dress And niggas run up on you asking them questions, give them whatever Like, little mama you can tell me whatever I'm just trying to fit time in your schedule It's whatever It's you the type to hold it down like forever You can go and speak your mind, it's whatever It's whatever Little mama you can tell me whatever I'm just trying to fit time in your schedule It's whatever It's you the type to hold it down like forever You can go and speak your mind, it's whatever You know I'm down for whatever, but you getting out of hand Sending bitches pictures, acting single on the gram Know I'm by my paper, I be flexing, going ham But kick a nigga out the condo like Pam You know I want you but don't need you Would never drop a dime, it's hard enough to get a nickel If a nigga get out of line, I got your back, I pack them pistols And I'm flying through the roof like a missile I got some time, only if it's beneficial Like us both getting money without the drama Or no issues catching planes, kinky nights Hoes know we so official If it's wasted cause you want, then dismiss you Yeah, it's whatever though, you with it or you not Make your mind up cause I gotta go Yeah, it's whatever bro I like it when I keep it, you can miss me Fuck up with them hoes Little mama you could tell me whatever I'm just trying to fit time in your schedule It's whatever It's you that type to hold it down like forever You can go and speak your mind, it's whatever It's whatever Little mama you could tell me whatever I'm just trying to fit time in your schedule It's whatever It's you that type to hold it down like forever You can go and speak your mind, it's whatever