Yung Princey - U Got It Bad Remix (feat. Maka) Lyrics

Twerk that body on me crazy, let me know what you about
Yung Princey, baby, and she think I'm from the South
My mama out in Houston, I can show you what it's about
Baby, come on over here, you gotta use your mouth

And she tryna get me on her snap, it's only for the clout
Keep your phone away from me, baby, I'm a G
I make a sign, a waiver, they say I'm hella nasty
I'm always rollin' fatties if I'm talkin' and we smashin

I even got the fashion, I had it before the cash came in
(Yeah)
And she said she feel the spark, I get it straight from my heart
I just been keepin' it real, ain't no love over here
I got opinions, I keep to myself I got some fire still sittin' on the shelf

I ain't never needin' no help Sweat still drippin' off my tattoos
They still stuck on my last moves You know cash rules, you know cash rules
And I keep on makin' new shit New shit, she just wanna hear my
Oh shit, oh shit, she like, Princey, where you been at

Been at, I been checkin' for you since way back
Oh, you got it bad, bad, bad Oh, you got it bad, bad, bad
Oh, you got it bad, bad, bad Oh, you got it bad, bad, bad
I foot the tap, don't split the bill I ain't even trippin', it's been a hell of a year

You can tell a counterfeit from the smell Look me in my eyes, don't tell me that you real
I can feel your energy from over here Niggas steal my style when they scrollin' through my page
I don't got enough money in the safe I wrote the script and I stuck to the page
I can't make no more mistakes Cause my granny still work every day

I'm just tryna make a way Yeah, I'm just tryna make a way
And she said she feel a spark I get it straight from my heart
I just been keepin' it real Ain't no love over here
I got opinions, I keep to myself I got some fire still sittin' on the shelf

I ain't never needin' no help Sweat still drippin' off my tattoos
They still stuck on my last moves You know cash rules
Cash rules, everything around me Label me a king, I think it's time they finally crown me
Now that I got money, all these bitches is surrounding me

Got it on my own, I was rich before you found me
Drop top in the winter just so they can see me driving
Bottle service, greet us every time that we arrive
Your bitch grabbin' all my chains inside this club, I know she wildin

She can never be my main, but I'ma keep her as a side
Every diamond hittin', ain't no need for all the light gimmicks
Every time I step up to the club, I get a light ticket
I can make a hundred all blues, just have the right lyrics

And I can spend it all in the Light year
And She said she feel a spark, I get it straight from my heart
I just been keepin' it real, ain't no love over here
I got opinions, I keep to myself I got some fire still sittin' on the shelf

I ain't never needin' no help Sweat still drippin' off my tattoos
They still stuck on my last moves You know cash rules