I can see how you handle it
I can see how you operate
I guess he never f*cking made it
I guess she never represented
I guess they never got a memo
That means he never represented
Why you tryna hold me, baby just hold me, just
Got the racks on me, got them niggas nervous, yeah
Ice on my brothers, but these niggas never get cash
It's all about the choppers, yeah
Yeah,
Hop in a whip, yeah, we doin' a drive-by slide, never finna die
Man, it's been a minute since I looked at the sky
We tellin' the hood goodbye (yeah)
Dripping your only shawty in designer (yeah)
You know I'm a certi provider
Takin' your money, credibility, and your ride
Finna be good, it's a minor
If I see a pussy nigga near, then I'm gunning him (gang)
There be no point of you running (yeah)
Gettin' the cash money every day, with my brothers
Tell em pull up with my cousin
When I get the money bag, yeah, I be smiling
Florida hoes be wildin
Takin' your shawty for the night, she back in the morning
Me and my bros, we ballin (we ballin)
I can see how you handle it
I can see how you operate
I guess he never f*cking made it
I guess she never represented
I guess they never got a memo
That means he never represented
Why you tryna hold me, baby just hold me, just
Got the racks on me, got them niggas nervous, yeah
Ice on my brothers, but these niggas never get cash
It's all about the choppers, yeah
Outside, with the bag, huh (outside)
Nighttime (night)
With the swag yeah, yeah
I don't give a f*ck about no bitch, give a damn homie
Look at the bodies we left in the bag, David
Watch out, yeah, I gotta rock out (lil bitch)
Steppin' em Ricky's, you know how we coming
No average geeza' in London
Tell them we comin', so bring out the bottles
I'm poppin' that shit with my brothers (eh yeah)
I can go back to back bitch, and you know how it is
When you poppin' that shit, you know
Shut up bitch, yeah, shut up lil' bitch (bitch)
Shout out my niggas, they up in the cut
Yeah, they selling that shit
I gotta admit that these nigga's some monsters, yeah
They keep that shit bussing
Hundreds of dollars on me
And these models on me
And they fallin' like dominoes
Yeah, yeah
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I can see how you handle it
I can see how you operate
I guess he never f*cking made it
I guess she never represented
I guess they never got a memo
That means he never represented
Why you tryna hold me, baby just hold me, just
Got the racks on me, got them niggas nervous, yeah
Ice on my brothers, but these niggas never get cash
It's all about the choppers, yeah
Yeah,
Hop in a whip, yeah, we doin' a drive-by slide, never finna die
Man, it's been a minute since I looked at the sky
We tellin' the hood goodbye (yeah)
Dripping your only shawty in designer (yeah)
You know I'm a certi provider
Takin' your money, credibility, and your ride
Finna be good, it's a minor
If I see a pussy nigga near, then I'm gunning him (gang)
There be no point of you running (yeah)
Gettin' the cash money every day, with my brothers
Tell em pull up with my cousin
When I get the money bag, yeah, I be smiling
Florida hoes be wildin
Takin' your shawty for the night, she back in the morning
Me and my bros, we ballin (we ballin)
I can see how you handle it
I can see how you operate
I guess he never f*cking made it
I guess she never represented
I guess they never got a memo
That means he never represented
Why you tryna hold me, baby just hold me, just
Got the racks on me, got them niggas nervous, yeah
Ice on my brothers, but these niggas never get cash
It's all about the choppers, yeah
Outside, with the bag, huh (outside)
Nighttime (night)
With the swag yeah, yeah
I don't give a f*ck about no bitch, give a damn homie
Look at the bodies we left in the bag, David
Watch out, yeah, I gotta rock out (lil bitch)
Steppin' em Ricky's, you know how we coming
No average geeza' in London
Tell them we comin', so bring out the bottles
I'm poppin' that shit with my brothers (eh yeah)
I can go back to back bitch, and you know how it is
When you poppin' that shit, you know
Shut up bitch, yeah, shut up lil' bitch (bitch)
Shout out my niggas, they up in the cut
Yeah, they selling that shit
I gotta admit that these nigga's some monsters, yeah
They keep that shit bussing
Hundreds of dollars on me
And these models on me
And they fallin' like dominoes
Yeah, yeah
I can see how you operate
I guess he never f*cking made it
I guess she never represented
I guess they never got a memo
That means he never represented
Why you tryna hold me, baby just hold me, just
Got the racks on me, got them niggas nervous, yeah
Ice on my brothers, but these niggas never get cash
It's all about the choppers, yeah
Yeah,
Hop in a whip, yeah, we doin' a drive-by slide, never finna die
Man, it's been a minute since I looked at the sky
We tellin' the hood goodbye (yeah)
Dripping your only shawty in designer (yeah)
You know I'm a certi provider
Takin' your money, credibility, and your ride
Finna be good, it's a minor
If I see a pussy nigga near, then I'm gunning him (gang)
There be no point of you running (yeah)
Gettin' the cash money every day, with my brothers
Tell em pull up with my cousin
When I get the money bag, yeah, I be smiling
Florida hoes be wildin
Takin' your shawty for the night, she back in the morning
Me and my bros, we ballin (we ballin)
I can see how you handle it
I can see how you operate
I guess he never f*cking made it
I guess she never represented
I guess they never got a memo
That means he never represented
Why you tryna hold me, baby just hold me, just
Got the racks on me, got them niggas nervous, yeah
Ice on my brothers, but these niggas never get cash
It's all about the choppers, yeah
Outside, with the bag, huh (outside)
Nighttime (night)
With the swag yeah, yeah
I don't give a f*ck about no bitch, give a damn homie
Look at the bodies we left in the bag, David
Watch out, yeah, I gotta rock out (lil bitch)
Steppin' em Ricky's, you know how we coming
No average geeza' in London
Tell them we comin', so bring out the bottles
I'm poppin' that shit with my brothers (eh yeah)
I can go back to back bitch, and you know how it is
When you poppin' that shit, you know
Shut up bitch, yeah, shut up lil' bitch (bitch)
Shout out my niggas, they up in the cut
Yeah, they selling that shit
I gotta admit that these nigga's some monsters, yeah
They keep that shit bussing
Hundreds of dollars on me
And these models on me
And they fallin' like dominoes
Yeah, yeah
Writer: Harold Opara, David Opara
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