Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit
Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit
She got her own money
Better come correct
If you a f*ck nigga she'll flex on ya
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit
Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit
She got her own money
Better come correct
If you a f*ck nigga she'll flex on ya
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Bossed up, badder than the rest of em
Always gone flex em, go get them checks on em
Keep her iced like a pendant, we be bout our business, we in it to win it, it just the beginning
Keep me some racks in my pocket,
I do it and pop it, got em hot like a taki
Stack it real high, pack fall from the sky
She smelling real good, like apple pie
Money in the air, she bounce it real fast
Bust me a juug, bust open the bag
Flow sick, kick this shit acapella
Brain fye, ain't nothing i can tell her
Savage like webbie, came up independent
Ken nugent one call, the plug gone send it
Smoking exotic, this gas Lamborghini
So high you can't see me, i fly with the genie
Racks like skittles i keep me some colors
Pack different flavors, want this or the other?
Always been solid, put that on my mother
Pockets real fat, they filled with the blubber
Watching these boys, they look undercover
Ain't trusting these hoes, i'm trusting my bruddas
Stick to the code, we stick with each other
Get in yo mode, make it bounce like rubber
Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit
Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit
She got her own money
Better come correct
If you a f*ck nigga she'll flex on ya
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit
Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit
She got her own money
Better come correct
If you a f*ck nigga she'll flex on ya
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Baby girl badder then a mother f*cker
Yeah that ass fatter then a mother f*cker
She don't wear nothing but designer
Ain't to many niggas hitting that
Gotta to be a real one
She ain't hearing that
Gotta be sharp and have a line up
Get yo shit together
Have it lined up
Gotta be a boss just to f*ck with her
Put you on hold I'd get in touch with
Beat yo back in on the first day
Baby get naked it's yo birthday
Break a bitch heart in the worst way
Speed up it don't stop make it rotate
We can role play gone head roll the tape
Put them heels on
Ima, ima rock a cape
Trying to come through baby
Trying to save the day
You know baby, i'm just saying baby, you know shit you know, f*ck with a real one
You know, shit y'all be out here doing all that y'all you know shit, talking bout some, what can I do for you, bitch shit...huh...what you think
Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit
Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit
She got her own money
Better come correct
If you a f*ck nigga she'll flex on ya
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
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Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit
Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit
She got her own money
Better come correct
If you a f*ck nigga she'll flex on ya
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit
Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit
She got her own money
Better come correct
If you a f*ck nigga she'll flex on ya
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Bossed up, badder than the rest of em
Always gone flex em, go get them checks on em
Keep her iced like a pendant, we be bout our business, we in it to win it, it just the beginning
Keep me some racks in my pocket,
I do it and pop it, got em hot like a taki
Stack it real high, pack fall from the sky
She smelling real good, like apple pie
Money in the air, she bounce it real fast
Bust me a juug, bust open the bag
Flow sick, kick this shit acapella
Brain fye, ain't nothing i can tell her
Savage like webbie, came up independent
Ken nugent one call, the plug gone send it
Smoking exotic, this gas Lamborghini
So high you can't see me, i fly with the genie
Racks like skittles i keep me some colors
Pack different flavors, want this or the other?
Always been solid, put that on my mother
Pockets real fat, they filled with the blubber
Watching these boys, they look undercover
Ain't trusting these hoes, i'm trusting my bruddas
Stick to the code, we stick with each other
Get in yo mode, make it bounce like rubber
Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit
Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit
She got her own money
Better come correct
If you a f*ck nigga she'll flex on ya
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit
Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit
She got her own money
Better come correct
If you a f*ck nigga she'll flex on ya
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Baby girl badder then a mother f*cker
Yeah that ass fatter then a mother f*cker
She don't wear nothing but designer
Ain't to many niggas hitting that
Gotta to be a real one
She ain't hearing that
Gotta be sharp and have a line up
Get yo shit together
Have it lined up
Gotta be a boss just to f*ck with her
Put you on hold I'd get in touch with
Beat yo back in on the first day
Baby get naked it's yo birthday
Break a bitch heart in the worst way
Speed up it don't stop make it rotate
We can role play gone head roll the tape
Put them heels on
Ima, ima rock a cape
Trying to come through baby
Trying to save the day
You know baby, i'm just saying baby, you know shit you know, f*ck with a real one
You know, shit y'all be out here doing all that y'all you know shit, talking bout some, what can I do for you, bitch shit...huh...what you think
Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit
Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit
She got her own money
Better come correct
If you a f*ck nigga she'll flex on ya
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit
She got her own money
Better come correct
If you a f*ck nigga she'll flex on ya
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit
Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit
She got her own money
Better come correct
If you a f*ck nigga she'll flex on ya
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Bossed up, badder than the rest of em
Always gone flex em, go get them checks on em
Keep her iced like a pendant, we be bout our business, we in it to win it, it just the beginning
Keep me some racks in my pocket,
I do it and pop it, got em hot like a taki
Stack it real high, pack fall from the sky
She smelling real good, like apple pie
Money in the air, she bounce it real fast
Bust me a juug, bust open the bag
Flow sick, kick this shit acapella
Brain fye, ain't nothing i can tell her
Savage like webbie, came up independent
Ken nugent one call, the plug gone send it
Smoking exotic, this gas Lamborghini
So high you can't see me, i fly with the genie
Racks like skittles i keep me some colors
Pack different flavors, want this or the other?
Always been solid, put that on my mother
Pockets real fat, they filled with the blubber
Watching these boys, they look undercover
Ain't trusting these hoes, i'm trusting my bruddas
Stick to the code, we stick with each other
Get in yo mode, make it bounce like rubber
Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit
Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit
She got her own money
Better come correct
If you a f*ck nigga she'll flex on ya
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit
Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit
She got her own money
Better come correct
If you a f*ck nigga she'll flex on ya
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Baby girl badder then a mother f*cker
Yeah that ass fatter then a mother f*cker
She don't wear nothing but designer
Ain't to many niggas hitting that
Gotta to be a real one
She ain't hearing that
Gotta be sharp and have a line up
Get yo shit together
Have it lined up
Gotta be a boss just to f*ck with her
Put you on hold I'd get in touch with
Beat yo back in on the first day
Baby get naked it's yo birthday
Break a bitch heart in the worst way
Speed up it don't stop make it rotate
We can role play gone head roll the tape
Put them heels on
Ima, ima rock a cape
Trying to come through baby
Trying to save the day
You know baby, i'm just saying baby, you know shit you know, f*ck with a real one
You know, shit y'all be out here doing all that y'all you know shit, talking bout some, what can I do for you, bitch shit...huh...what you think
Aye lil mama you bad gone head and pop yo shit
Aye lil mama you fine gone head and pop yo shit
She got her own money
Better come correct
If you a f*ck nigga she'll flex on ya
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye
Ain't to many bitches f*cking with her aye