Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(We gon' be ok)
Fah, yeah, okay, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday through Sunday, geeked like a zombie
Riding, my ice is on me
Pull up, I got road rage
I don't fuck with nat hoes
Told her, "Check my stats, ho"
Let me see the back, though
She said, "GO a asshole"
I think I'm the catch, though
Drip is on my neck
That shit water, she gets wet, though
She don't wanna let go
When I shoot this net ho
Made money off the 'net, though
Where the fuck your check, bro?
Yeah, like where the fuck your sack go?
Where the fuck your gang at?
They say, "GO done came back"
No, lil' bitch, I came up
From the bottom on the way up
Got it on fire like cajun
Kicking shit when I'm in Asia
Keeping the racks on rotation
Fuck everybody, tell 'em, "Say sum"
Eat 'em up, I'm an animal
If I could do it, then you can too
Flawless diamonds, yeah, they beautiful
Washing hoes like cantu
Need a beater (Ugh-ugh)
Yes, I need a beater (Ugh-ugh)
(Bitch, beater)
Eater beater, broke the meter, fast like cheetah (Yeah)
(Ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Yeah, you know she fuck with my demeanour, go Vegeta (Yeah, skr)
(We gon' be ok)
I can see that she a eater, man I don't believe her (Yeah)
She delusional about me, she on Justin Bieber (Yeah)
Let me tell ya, what do you wanna know 'bout me lil' baby?
I pull up on you like andalé
But how do I know you won't lie to my face?
I'm spendin' money like a holiday
I'm drippin', I'm trippin', a trip to the bank
I'm ripping this shit, let me keep up my pace and I'm flipping this money like everyday (Ooh)
Go (Woah-woah-woah)
Listen (Woah)
(Woah-woah-woah)
Listen (Woah)
(Woah-woah-woah)
Listen (Oah)
(Woah-woah-woah)
Listen (Aye, yeah)
Monday through Sunday, geeked like a zombie
Riding, my ice is on me
Pull up, I got road rage
I don't fuck with nat hoes
Told her, "Check my stats, ho"
Let me see the back, though
She said, "Go a asshole"
I think I'm the catch, though
Drip is on my neck
That shit water, she gets wet, though
She don't wanna let go
When I shoot this net ho
Made money off the 'net, though
Where the fuck your check, bro?
Yeah, like where the fuck your sack go?
Oh, woah-ah
Ahh-ahh
Woah-ahh-ahh (Ohh)
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