Naaa Meaan (feat. Cassper Nyovest)

Uh

Yeah

Uh

Bragga

(Uh-huh)

Makin' money never been a issue (Nuh-uh)

Magazine covers, we the issue (Uh)

I'm shittin' on 'em, need a tissue, uh (Tissue)

It's painful **** issue

Naaa meaan

Be on magazines

(What, what, what)

(Magazine ****)

**** flippin' beams (Flippin' beams ****)

Naaa meaan

(Naaa meaan ****)

Bragga

Pull up in a four door Audi (Audi)

Dropped a milli' on my bus in my Audi (Audi)

All this champagne got me feeling rowdy

Windows down 'cause this shit is kinda cloudy

Naaa meaan, cloudy (Clou', cloudy ****)

Naaa meaan, bitch you know I'm rowdy (Row' rowdy ****)

Naaa meaan, cloudy (Clou', cloudy ****)

Naaa meaan, bitches got me rowdy (Uh, got me rowdy ****)

Baddest bitch was never average

21, a fucking savage (Uh)

Cinderella to these hoes

Tell 'em to bring out my carriage

Baddest bitch who copped the bachelors

Leveled up and got my masters

Hit the airport with no baggage

And yes bitch, I signed to Cassper

He the master

Running up on him like Caster (What, what)

Get your cash up

All you bitches look like last year

Need to catch up

You fucked up and I'm Stuart Baxter

Actually Rashford

Free kicks for you fucking bastards

Makin' money never been a issue (Nuh-uh)

Magazine covers, we the issue (Uh)

I'm shittin' on 'em, need a tissue, uh (Tissue)

It's painful **** issue

Naaa meaan

Be on magazines

(What, what, what)

(Magazine ****)

**** flippin' beams (Flippin' beams ****)

Naaa meaan

(Naaa meaan ****)

Bragga

Pull up in a four door Audi (Audi)

Dropped a milli' on my bus in my Audi (Audi)

All this champagne got me feeling rowdy

Windows down 'cause this shit is kinda cloudy

Naaa meaan, cloudy (Clou', cloudy ****)

Naaa meaan, bitch you know I'm rowdy (Row', rowdy ****)

Naaa meaan, cloudy (Clou', cloudy ****)

Naaa meaan, bitches got me rowdy (Rowdy ****)

Bloody murder on my ankles (Uh)

Steady murmur all you haters (Uh)

Never heard of, I'm your maker

Money earner, yes I'm paidful (Sheesh)

My shit painful (Uh)

All you bitches should be grateful

My shots fatal like that shit you blocked up your nasal

My shit hateful

All you **** on my payroll (Ya)

It's okay though

They don't move until I say so (Ya)

You a fame ho

Find me on the 18th floor

On your man's face

That's what I call a facial (Haha)

Told you **** I'm a fucking boss, yeah (Boss, yeah)

Told these **** I got different sauce, yeah

Fuck these bitches, I'm a different cloth, yeah

And I'm quick to cut these fake **** off, yeah (Bragga)

Makin' money never been a issue (Yeah, uh-uh)

Magazine covers, we the issue (Uh)

I'm shittin' on 'em, need a tissue, uh (Tissue)

It's painful **** issue

Naaa meaan (Uh, uh)

Be on magazines

(What, what, what)

(Magazine ****)

**** flippin' beams (Flippin' beams ****)

Naaa meaan

(Naaa meaan ****)

Pull up in a four door Audi (Audi)

Dropped a milli' on my bus in my Audi (Audi)

All this champagne got me feeling rowdy

Windows down 'cause this shit is kinda cloudy

Naaa meaan, cloudy (Clou', cloudy ****)

Naaa meaan, bitch you know I'm rowdy (Row', rowdy ****)

Naaa meaan, cloudy (Clou', cloudy ****)

Naaa meaan, bitches got me rowdy (Rowdy ****)

(Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy)