Riipper - Ye (feat. Lord B) Lyrics

Baby
I ain't got a crib in las gidi baby, but let's get it baby
Stay at a five star hotel in the city baby
All these diamonds on my body I know niggas hate me
Peng ting wanna hit, wanna touch shawty o
This kind thing wey you day do to somebody
I don't wanna ever catch you f*cking with my enemies
Ye, ye
It's about to be a dream, 40 in the back with a beam
With a beam, ye ye ye ye ye ye
I'm just tryna get money in the bank babe
Pop out on my ex with a new bitch
Ye ye ye ye ye ye
Ye, ye
Ye, ye yeah ye
Yeah you know mans tryna get the bag yeah
Mans working with the gang yeah
And we up with the gang yeah, yeah
And you know mans tryna make a move
Mans tryna get you good
Mans make it smooth
Mans tryna get you good, ye
See my girl stay true, ye ye
See my girl stay true, ye ye
See that waistline, see that waistline
Got me tripping off that waistline
Girl don't waste time
Oh yeah ye ye
Know my girl stay true yeah, it ain't nothing knew ye
Back to the real shit, f*ck wrong with you?
You got me hitting up your phone but you ain't picking up yeah
I'm tryna get up In that Bentley or them suicide doors
Or them suicide doors yeah
I know she a freak on camera she a dancer
Dirty Diana put the Molly in the Fanta
Ye ye