[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (This a Kashflow production)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (DrumGod)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Speak, these niggas ain't fuckin' with me (Niggas ain't on my level)
Speak, these niggas ain't nothin' to me (Niggas ain't even a fraction)
Speak, these niggas don't hustle like me (I'm havin' too much motion)
Speak, they ain't havin' more muscle than me (At the press of a button)
[Verse 1]
I got in my bag, I done came to my senses
I cut off some niggas, wasn't takin' me serious
I jumped in the Track' and went fast and furious
Four bitches with me, polygamy (Rotation)
I ran it back up, I ain't wait on nobody
I'm sellin' exotic and takin' narcotics
A bold face lie (How?), fuck niggas know that he owe me, stop it
Come get with us, you can profit
It's been a minute since I wore Versace
I'm still tippin' and sippin' on Wocky
Redbone syndrome and a lil' chocolate
I like 'em both, so l keep a few options
When I do me and she can't take the heat (What?), the bitch be so ready to block me (Stop it)
He said he had a new flavor, I smoked a lil' blunt, it was garbage (That shit was weak)
Trappin', workin', and cookin', uh
My presidential got boogers, uh
He want a bunch of 'em, I gotta cut some, I feel like Scooter, I'm juggin', uh
I'm in LA with a fully, uh (Right now)
But I'm with twins from Brooklyn, uh (Ayy)
I can count through it all without lookin'
But l'ma be late for my bookin' (Fire up the jet)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (This a Kashflow production)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (DrumGod)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Speak, these niggas ain't fuckin' with me (Niggas ain't on my level)
Speak, these niggas ain't nothin' to me (Niggas ain't even a fraction)
Speak, these niggas don't hustle like me (I'm havin' too much motion)
Speak, they ain't havin' more muscle than me (At the press of a button)
[Verse 1]
I got in my bag, I done came to my senses
I cut off some niggas, wasn't takin' me serious
I jumped in the Track' and went fast and furious
Four bitches with me, polygamy (Rotation)
I ran it back up, I ain't wait on nobody
I'm sellin' exotic and takin' narcotics
A bold face lie (How?), fuck niggas know that he owe me, stop it
Come get with us, you can profit
It's been a minute since I wore Versace
I'm still tippin' and sippin' on Wocky
Redbone syndrome and a lil' chocolate
I like 'em both, so l keep a few options
When I do me and she can't take the heat (What?), the bitch be so ready to block me (Stop it)
He said he had a new flavor, I smoked a lil' blunt, it was garbage (That shit was weak)
Trappin', workin', and cookin', uh
My presidential got boogers, uh
He want a bunch of 'em, I gotta cut some, I feel like Scooter, I'm juggin', uh
I'm in LA with a fully, uh (Right now)
But I'm with twins from Brooklyn, uh (Ayy)
I can count through it all without lookin'
But l'ma be late for my bookin' (Fire up the jet)
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