Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yhapojj
Yhapojj
Vocals
Nino Paid
Nino Paid
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamaruean Macaiah Jones
Jamaruean Macaiah Jones
Songwriter
Jacquwan Andrews
Jacquwan Andrews
Songwriter
Marc Samuel Sharp
Marc Samuel Sharp
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jamaruean Macaiah Jones
Jamaruean Macaiah Jones
Recording Engineer
Bkwds
Bkwds
Producer

Lyrics

But someone deny it always wrong Everybody say they were gettin' money
But I never see her price Never seen her price
Everybody say they goin to
Everybody say they were gon' watch
All these hoes said they love me I think all these hoes just want to talk
I just think all you hoes want to talk I just think all you hoes want to talk yeah
I just think all you hoes want to talk to me
And they out here feelin' like cloud 9 I was right
now just lookin' for fun I seen hoes out here take my time All these hoes, they know Jumanj
Rob and Yannick, he lost his pride, Yannick thanks for your fun
We hit licks on old nicks
money stayin' with your dummies
 Quick, put some old nicks He thinkin' they up here young
I'm not one of them youngs, I'm not one of them youngs yuh
Yuh yuh, I'm not one of them youngs yuh
I'm fuckin' with a bitch,
don't have lab reports Let your head down, move me lab reports
You get mad at the hoe, who the hoe's dead about? They out had a whole worth in life, huh?
I seen the bitch getting money, bitch turn white, huh? This little yacht had a face, finna like white, huh? Was all the money in your face?
finna like white, huh?
Yo, I seen the bitch right there, get smacked, huh?
If you was my young, then get one
bein' on that no - trump
Get jacked right there, and I done it
The young n**** that want shit for money and guts, yuh yuh
And these bitches don't want to spend n****s with money
Now I got they beatings, start dignifyin’ it
Police in my house, they dead on the run
I seen the bitch get money, bitch start dignifyin
I seen the bitch get money, bitch, I ain't even doin' nothin'
She wanna hit my black bitch, call my fire
You can win no life when you almost die
You see the boy got hit up, hit up like fire
Meetin' you said you can't
I never tell you you love someone in my mind
You would never tell me something in your mind
The bruh gon' put on my shirt, he put on my shirt
The bitch, he still a nobody
Lil bruh, he done it had sex, but just like a hoe
Lil bruh,
he got hella butt
This is just every month sex,
I tell the hoe I'm a demigod out about
My hoe got a lot of fake chicks
I tell my hoe “god that why you still out there from”
My hoe got tasks on her neck
I like hoe shit like same sex
Your n**** ain't takin' disrespect,
Oh three baby chopper, I’m a bitch I did some shit
Man some n****s get back, I did some shit,
Make you a hell of a tag I live
bruh this some shit I can’t say I’m a rap
I don’t know who had talent bitch, I’m the one, yo
How the fuck I got a B, ain’t that one too class? That’s not BBL
 
oh, you tellin' me this ass?
The hoe said I'm up for me, said he ain't got no cash
N****s stupid, so he gon' show y 'all his cash
Hey, and do one thing, pull down your ass
The hoe said I'm up for me,
kill the front, team 10 My lil' black bitch, I'm a top s***
Your n**** 18
Young n****s gon' dress. Let her holler at me
hoe tell me on your ass.
We gotta slam by her best friend You gotta catch a dick
And they here playin with me, put her shit through the glass
Got time playin' with me, put that bitch on your ass.
Wanna sit n***a out, send that bitch on his ass
If you see a fine bitch, you a DM that's a hit for your ass.
Cry all with that hoe, be him with this for your ass.
I rich, signed from A &P, I'm next to R
They talkin' rich for your ass
I can shoot that bitch from A &P. I'm next to R. They switch for your man
The R's just feelin' go an' get this money. I think we A& P.
We ain't in the middle
Fuckin' with This model bitch, she talkin' 'bout how she can get better
I'ma add up everything, I'ma just stand to myself, Why hoes just need to get better?
They ain't anyone killin' everybody here
Viannese just had a better class
Hoes workin' better,
man Police, they can't deal with you
These snitchin' n****s little, man
AQ just want to leave his friend
So he can run and tell their friends
If I can change my name, I'll change it to Reaper man
Step on the n****s, got on my sneakers man
Look forward to hoes, they be creepin', man
I said some shit that you didn't hear, my feelings, man
Ain't had nobody to call, not up in the can I fuck the hoe who the op I don't give a damn
I fuck the hoes up but I don't give a damn
I spin that bitch like a chop on a ceiling fan
Now let's finish,
chop a finnish And I don't fuck with hoes, fuck with wrong men,
God, he got slime, but damn, you actin' scared
Yeah, that my slime, yeah that same kid,
seen that bitch black and blue, bitch lookin' like a kid,
this shit black and blue, then he act scared,
that bitch in the tub I like that, yo
I had a hot dude who liked boys yeah,
I fuckin' ain't hoe, I like that hoe, I throw,
sometimes I win bro I can't go back, I won't go back
If you want a medley, then I want a medley
Oh, you talkin' 'bout shit, then I want a wrist
Oh you want a medley, bitch,
you got rich I ain't said some shit, bitch, down the tracks
I ain't never seen a n**** die, I'm not a witness
You know that my brother, my brother gifted
No, you ain't never met my momma, bitch 'Cause my momma, not feeling me different, bitch
I was in LA,I seen different suites
I raise shit, I really slang, got different shit
Quick, shit out of her mind, bitch as if
It's all that shit, gon' lie, I'm just a trillion-wick
And man, that hoe gon' die to play with me, bitch
I'll say it 'bout the hippie gangsta, knock 'em off the list
Made that hoes wild to playin' wild to playin' for this
I get my hope my girl shit paint the bitch,
Don’t lie my girl, and I talk a break, bitch
 They'll go psycho like she play for the break, ain't yes,
I really do like you, amazing
All these white hoes gon' ride the Satan, I don't like hoes, these hoes are tradin’
 I don't like n****s, n****, I like a gay bitch,
This is what I wanna face, huh
This hoe, this hoe
she like paper, she like paper, bitch
feel like a paper machine, This hoe
she really like me, I really like her, but I like the fact she mean
N****s broke, I'm getting money, I'm just being me,
and this hoe like the fact that I'm bein’ me
They hoes want Money, they ain't getting money, not from me, not for free, bitch, get on for it
It's her, she want my time, she test my fall last night Tell her I was your too old for it
I just want to sit and watch down,
I want to talk down, But hoe I just think we're too old for it
I think we should get a convertible, let her talk down
I think me and you grown for that
Who is he I never heard of dude, he never heard of you,
he never heard of you, what's wrong with her
I seen bitches out in the sea, like turtle dude, like turtle dude
She got a turtleneck on for me
My little brother think he's sly
I think he really sly while these n****s pullin' the cat burglaries
I know her so fine, so fine, but she ain't gotta watch that, bitch
I tell her, set the play if I tell you to play bitch
all you gotta do is listen to this shit, y 'all
Set the play, all you gotta do is listen to this shit, y 'all
I say, "Quick, drop right up your head, we need all these problems to do on this shit
I'ma be me for as long as I breathe,
I'ma be real for as long as I live
I say, "I can't go back, now I can't go back, n****, never, ever, ever, ever again
 I'ma go up a whole new dose and it's five in the morning, I probably won't breathe again
I prolly won't eat, I prolly won't sleep,
I made a couple thousand, I just started the week
N****s They doin they thing they started with me,
N****s dark in the beef they started with me
Give me a minute,
I've been putting some miles on the run
This for my n****s, I know they gone
I promise to God, I'll never forget
I promise to God, I'll never forget
That's one thing that I always loved.
Written by: Jacquwan Andrews, Jamaruean Macaiah Jones, Marc Samuel Sharp
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