Ah, say my shit right, it's Indy Aoynae
Yeah
Big bag Indy might as well be my name
I just want the money, I don't really care about the fame
Commas comin' in, only your comments comin' in
Take a picture for the gram, now you mad at your man
Get your bread up, lil' bitch, keep your head up, lil' bitch
Hoes, ain't f*ckin' with me, they be knowin' I'm with this shit
I'm outside and these bitches still sleepin
You niggas go outside and you doin' it for no reason
Slim pretty face, your bitch could pull off a beanie
Scary-ass hoes, these bitches don't wanna see me
It's time to win, and this f*ck whoever ain't with it
All my down bitches good, got the back to prove it
Get your bread up, lil' bitch, keep your head up, lil' bitch
Hoes, ain't f*ckin' with me, they be knowin' I'm with this shit
I'm outside and these bitches still sleepin
You niggas go outside and you doin' it for no reason
Bitch, get your bread up, lil' hoe, I cook bread on the stove
If you gettin' told on, then you talkin' too much
I know Brody outside, but he ain't doin' much
Keep a 40 outside and make it speak in tongues
Said I write all my raps but still ain't read a book
Mama call from the joint like put bread on my books
She wasn't ever there, bitch, now look how you look
Put the 40 in the air, pussy, look how you shook
Get your bread up, lil' bitch, keep your head up, lil' bitch
Hoes, ain't f*ckin' with me, they be knowin' I'm with this shit
I'm outside and these bitches still sleepin
You niggas go outside and you doin' it for no reason
Ayy, get your bread up, lil' hoe, I cook bread on the stove
If you gettin' told on, then you talkin' too much
I know Brody outside, but he ain't doin' much
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Ah, say my shit right, it's Indy Aoynae
Yeah
Big bag Indy might as well be my name
I just want the money, I don't really care about the fame
Commas comin' in, only your comments comin' in
Take a picture for the gram, now you mad at your man
Get your bread up, lil' bitch, keep your head up, lil' bitch
Hoes, ain't f*ckin' with me, they be knowin' I'm with this shit
I'm outside and these bitches still sleepin
You niggas go outside and you doin' it for no reason
Slim pretty face, your bitch could pull off a beanie
Scary-ass hoes, these bitches don't wanna see me
It's time to win, and this f*ck whoever ain't with it
All my down bitches good, got the back to prove it
Get your bread up, lil' bitch, keep your head up, lil' bitch
Hoes, ain't f*ckin' with me, they be knowin' I'm with this shit
I'm outside and these bitches still sleepin
You niggas go outside and you doin' it for no reason
Bitch, get your bread up, lil' hoe, I cook bread on the stove
If you gettin' told on, then you talkin' too much
I know Brody outside, but he ain't doin' much
Keep a 40 outside and make it speak in tongues
Said I write all my raps but still ain't read a book
Mama call from the joint like put bread on my books
She wasn't ever there, bitch, now look how you look
Put the 40 in the air, pussy, look how you shook
Get your bread up, lil' bitch, keep your head up, lil' bitch
Hoes, ain't f*ckin' with me, they be knowin' I'm with this shit
I'm outside and these bitches still sleepin
You niggas go outside and you doin' it for no reason
Ayy, get your bread up, lil' hoe, I cook bread on the stove
If you gettin' told on, then you talkin' too much
I know Brody outside, but he ain't doin' much
Yeah
Big bag Indy might as well be my name
I just want the money, I don't really care about the fame
Commas comin' in, only your comments comin' in
Take a picture for the gram, now you mad at your man
Get your bread up, lil' bitch, keep your head up, lil' bitch
Hoes, ain't f*ckin' with me, they be knowin' I'm with this shit
I'm outside and these bitches still sleepin
You niggas go outside and you doin' it for no reason
Slim pretty face, your bitch could pull off a beanie
Scary-ass hoes, these bitches don't wanna see me
It's time to win, and this f*ck whoever ain't with it
All my down bitches good, got the back to prove it
Get your bread up, lil' bitch, keep your head up, lil' bitch
Hoes, ain't f*ckin' with me, they be knowin' I'm with this shit
I'm outside and these bitches still sleepin
You niggas go outside and you doin' it for no reason
Bitch, get your bread up, lil' hoe, I cook bread on the stove
If you gettin' told on, then you talkin' too much
I know Brody outside, but he ain't doin' much
Keep a 40 outside and make it speak in tongues
Said I write all my raps but still ain't read a book
Mama call from the joint like put bread on my books
She wasn't ever there, bitch, now look how you look
Put the 40 in the air, pussy, look how you shook
Get your bread up, lil' bitch, keep your head up, lil' bitch
Hoes, ain't f*ckin' with me, they be knowin' I'm with this shit
I'm outside and these bitches still sleepin
You niggas go outside and you doin' it for no reason
Ayy, get your bread up, lil' hoe, I cook bread on the stove
If you gettin' told on, then you talkin' too much
I know Brody outside, but he ain't doin' much
Writer: Ahvriel Thompson
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