[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
[Chorus]
See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'
First they want smoke (Who?), now they just playin'
Nigga real hoes (You), know what I'm sayin'? (That what I'm sayin')
See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'
Tryna fuck me soon as I land (Uh)
Turn her out, she rep' my bread (Go)
[Verse 1]
Four bitches can fit in the Phantom
I be with Baby when I'm in Atlanta
Since I got money, they callin' me handsome
I fell in love with this girl, she a dancer (Uh, who?)
I think her name was Brianna (Ow)
I get mad at the ho, block her number
Head was trash, so I had to dump her (Dump her)
Left her assed out likе Madonna (Go)
Get it in by the load, break it down, sеll it whole
Either way, I'm doin' numbers (Real shit)
Twenty Ms to the good, I need some more
Tryna bust the clock for a hunna (Ms)
Smashin' this nasty lil' bitch
I hit from the back, pullin' her frontal
Every day, I can give it, I'm really too humble
Fuck it, I'm shirt and top off for the summer (Gave it)
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin' (Visual)
Hoppin' off the jet with them bands (Typical)
Load up the Drac', leave a man critical
Glock with a switch in your hand, finish 'em
I know a bitch got more money than her baby dad, nigga just sad, pitiful
I know a clique that got more reppers than steppers
One gon' shoot some (Maybe), out of ten of 'em
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
[Chorus]
See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'
First they want smoke (Who?), now they just playin'
Nigga real hoes (You), know what I'm sayin'? (That what I'm sayin')
See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'
Tryna fuck me soon as I land (Uh)
Turn her out, she rep' my bread (Go)
[Verse 1]
Four bitches can fit in the Phantom
I be with Baby when I'm in Atlanta
Since I got money, they callin' me handsome
I fell in love with this girl, she a dancer (Uh, who?)
I think her name was Brianna (Ow)
I get mad at the ho, block her number
Head was trash, so I had to dump her (Dump her)
Left her assed out likе Madonna (Go)
Get it in by the load, break it down, sеll it whole
Either way, I'm doin' numbers (Real shit)
Twenty Ms to the good, I need some more
Tryna bust the clock for a hunna (Ms)
Smashin' this nasty lil' bitch
I hit from the back, pullin' her frontal
Every day, I can give it, I'm really too humble
Fuck it, I'm shirt and top off for the summer (Gave it)
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin' (Visual)
Hoppin' off the jet with them bands (Typical)
Load up the Drac', leave a man critical
Glock with a switch in your hand, finish 'em
I know a bitch got more money than her baby dad, nigga just sad, pitiful
I know a clique that got more reppers than steppers
One gon' shoot some (Maybe), out of ten of 'em
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