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Ain't about me, ain't about me Gotta cook it up 'cause my niggas hungry Ain't about me, ain't about me Gotta cook it up 'cause my niggas hungry Throwin money in the air, can't drop the ball If I do, Black Moses on call Ain't about me, ain't about me I used to ask for change in the streets Now I'm changing the streets Mama I'ma break you off Yeah tell me what you need I'm the new swap meet I told you I'ma break you off I'ma break you off, uuf, yeah I'ma break you off Everybody wanna break, they don't wanna pay the cost Y'all niggas cook, no need for prep They just want mentions, I got the check No need for wallet, don't pay for shit Check the way a nigga from Compton sell this shit It ain't about me, ain't about me Gotta cook it up 'cause my niggas hungry Ain't about me, ain't about me Gotta cook it up 'cause my niggas hungry Throwin' money in the air can't drop the ball If I do, Black Moses on call Ain't about me, ain't about me Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, go on get out Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, go on get out Nigga I'm a bitch (Ha) Uh how could you tell? (Yeah) I'm skipping to the bank Bars age like Pharrell (Yeah) They treat me like a dog Whatever fuck this industry (Brr) Pretty in the face Touch my body Call the infantry (Yeah) Man You been a hoe I'ma gonna guess since infancy (Yeah) Only way you get to me Is if you put that fucking pistol into me (Bitch) My enemies Always moving goalposts It's killing me - Wanna finish me But this ain't MK (Yeah baby) Put them 30s in the 40s Bitch let's play this melee (Wow) 'Cause when I pull the pistol out They sing like Ella mai mai (Brr) Because what niggas do Be different from what niggas say I pistol whip a nigga Dressed like I caught the bouquet Word to DOT (DOT) These crackers wanna hunt me hold my heart Thought I wouldn't bus back Bitch I ain't Rosa parks (Yeah) Sub daddy catch me chokin niggas like Bart (Yeah) I'm the new Moses (Yeah) Beard to my colon Keep the commandments Backseat of the focus Next year bitch I'm trying to be the next Oprah It's hopeless It ain't about me Gotta cook it up 'cause my niggas hungry Ain't about me, ain't about me Gotta cook it up 'cause my niggas hungry Throwin' money in the air can't drop the ball If I do, Black Moses on call Ain't about me, ain't about me Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, go on get out Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, go on get out (Ay ay ay nigga you got that shit) (Ay show 'em how Compton do it) Lookin for the sauce? Alfredo with the beats boy presto change up Mmm mm mm homie get your weight up Shit's so good put it in containers Ain't about me, ain't about me Y'all niggas cook, no need for prep They just want mentions, I got the check No need for wallet, don't pay for shit Check the way a nigga from Compton sell this shit No it ain't about me, ain't about me Gotta cook it up 'cause my niggas hungry Ain't about me, ain't about me Gotta cook it up 'cause my niggas hungry Throwin' money in the air can't drop the ball If I do, Black Moses on call Ain't about me, ain't about me Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, go on get out Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, go on get out Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, go on get out Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, go on get out
Writer(s): Sheldon Young, Rome Castille, Barrington Hendricks, Benjamin Aragbaye, Nick Sylvester Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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