[Intro: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, we be on this side, yeah, we be on this side
Yeah, yeah (Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Yeah, we be on this side, yeah, we be on this side
Yeah, yeah (We love you, Tecca)
We on this side (Internet Money, bitch), yeah, we be on this side
Yeah, we be on this side, yeah, we be on this side
[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
How you get cropped out the picture?
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga (Yeah)
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture
Everything seems so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you
Yeah, I don't know about you
If I go M.I.A, just know it's not about you
[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
Bitches, they be flockin' to the left side
And all the birds, they be flockin' to the bread, right
If it don't work first, do it ten times
Before you see that green light, you see that red light
I could text them, yeah, I won't text send
And I won't love a thot, yeah, that's what Tec' said
All these dollar bills, turn 'em to my best friend
If I send 'em shooters, let 'em know who sent them, yeah
Woah (Yeah), on the real, I really had to be real with you
Woah (Yeah), on the real, she don't even need no filter
Yeah, we be on this side, yeah, we be on this side
Yeah, yeah (Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Yeah, we be on this side, yeah, we be on this side
Yeah, yeah (We love you, Tecca)
We on this side (Internet Money, bitch), yeah, we be on this side
Yeah, we be on this side, yeah, we be on this side
[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
How you get cropped out the picture?
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga (Yeah)
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture
Everything seems so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real but I don't know about you
Yeah, I don't know about you
If I go M.I.A, just know it's not about you
[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
Bitches, they be flockin' to the left side
And all the birds, they be flockin' to the bread, right
If it don't work first, do it ten times
Before you see that green light, you see that red light
I could text them, yeah, I won't text send
And I won't love a thot, yeah, that's what Tec' said
All these dollar bills, turn 'em to my best friend
If I send 'em shooters, let 'em know who sent them, yeah
Woah (Yeah), on the real, I really had to be real with you
Woah (Yeah), on the real, she don't even need no filter
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