[Intro: 1TakeJay]
AceTheFace, why you cookin' up like that?
Pull some of that bass out, Bruce
Wait, hol' up, I'm finna turn this bitch up
[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
I'm two times whatever your nigga is, I'm the one
Somethin' wrong with you, you ain't feelin' me
On every bitch hit-list, that's what I'm finna be
You ain't got no dead presidents, you ain't killin' me
I'd rather be broke, not fake
Food on my plate
Before I take a bitch on a date
If you ain't tryna pay, I'm straight
Come on, don't play
I don't know if you got what it take
[Verse 1: 1TakeJay]
I ain't answering calls, too many niggas fake, don't hate
You good if you stay out the way (Stay out the way)
Point blank range, hit a fuck nigga in his face
You don't dance? I'ma make a nigga Harlem Shake
Niggas ain't think I'd make it (I'd make it)
Hoes said I was too basic (Too basic), bitch, stop hatin'
'Cause talk is cheap and all you do is pop hot grease like bacon
She ran from the dick, but I ain't into chasin' (I ain't into chasin')
He tryna shake hands, but I ain't into fakin' (I ain't into fakin')
Black whip, black tint like a racist (Like a racist)
What bitch I ain't fuck? Nigga, name it
AceTheFace, why you cookin' up like that?
Pull some of that bass out, Bruce
Wait, hol' up, I'm finna turn this bitch up
[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
I'm two times whatever your nigga is, I'm the one
Somethin' wrong with you, you ain't feelin' me
On every bitch hit-list, that's what I'm finna be
You ain't got no dead presidents, you ain't killin' me
I'd rather be broke, not fake
Food on my plate
Before I take a bitch on a date
If you ain't tryna pay, I'm straight
Come on, don't play
I don't know if you got what it take
[Verse 1: 1TakeJay]
I ain't answering calls, too many niggas fake, don't hate
You good if you stay out the way (Stay out the way)
Point blank range, hit a fuck nigga in his face
You don't dance? I'ma make a nigga Harlem Shake
Niggas ain't think I'd make it (I'd make it)
Hoes said I was too basic (Too basic), bitch, stop hatin'
'Cause talk is cheap and all you do is pop hot grease like bacon
She ran from the dick, but I ain't into chasin' (I ain't into chasin')
He tryna shake hands, but I ain't into fakin' (I ain't into fakin')
Black whip, black tint like a racist (Like a racist)
What bitch I ain't fuck? Nigga, name it
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