Drap - Amarelo, Jimm On The Beatz & Djbeatzpanama

See, I got a bad bitch, she got a habit I'm 'bout hit it, jump out the whip-whip, shit gon' be tragic How you gon' fall, nigga, nigga, hold that Bro jumpin' out, uh, uh, uh, uh Why they droppin' like "Uh, uh, uh, uh" (M-M-Murda) Walkin' up like "Uh, uh, uh, uh" I been on you You can't tell me that shit don't lead nowhere Come around, bitch, don't show no love Like look what I did, uh Wanna come to my crib, uh Probably swallow my kids, uh She done let me crack one and get me neck on the front of my bed, uh I been on you You can't tell me that shit don't lead nowhere Come around, bitch, don't show no love Like look what I did, uh Wanna come to my crib, uh Probably swallow my kids, uh She done let me crack one and get me neck on the front of my bed, uh "Let me have your baby," ayy Spin around, got you catering Let me be your Superman Flyin' through, lookin' like new Sudan Or you can just Uber me Comin' by lookin' like Scuba Steve Jump in that water like bitch have that wet or she lookin' at losin' me Ride with a nigga like me and Murda Nigga that I never seen or heard of Tryna tell me shit that ain't 'bout no cash What? A nigga want beef with Murda Like I really want hunnids on top of my fifties Baby, like suck on my titties Better not touch my cup Nigga bitch, go out, can you give me my shit, please I been on you You can't tell me that shit don't lead nowhere Come around, bitch, don't show no love Like look what I did, uh Wanna come to my crib, uh Probably swallow my kids, uh She done let me crack one and get me neck on the front of my bed, uh I been on you You can't tell me that shit don't lead nowhere Come around, bitch, don't show no love Like look what I did, uh Wanna come to my crib, uh Probably swallow my kids, uh She done let me crack one and get me neck on the front of my bed, uh

I got a million ways to get it, choose one Bring it back, bring it back Now double your money and make a stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the next Hold up, freeze, hey Somebody bring me back some money please, hey Hov' on that new shit, niggaz like, "How come?" Niggas want my old shit, buy my old album Niggas stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it movin' Niggas make the same shit, me I make "The Blueprints" Came in the Range, hopped out that Lexus Every year since, I been on that next shit Traded in the gold for the platinum Rolex's Now a nigga wrist match the status of my records Used to rock a throwback, ballin' on the corner Now I rock a Teller suit, lookin' like a owner No I'm not a Jonas Brother, I'm a grown up No I'm not a virgin, I use my cojones I move onward, the only direction Can't be scared to fail, searchin' perfection Gotta keep it fresh, girl, even when we sexin' But don't be mad at him when he's on to the next one Freeze, hey Somebody bring me back some money please, hey I got a million ways to get it, choose one Hey, bring it back, bring it back Now double your money and make a stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the next Hold up, freeze, hey Somebody bring me back some money please, hey Fuck a throwback jersey 'cause we on to the next one And fuck that Auto-Tune 'cause we on And niggas don't be mad 'cause it's all about progression Loiterers should be arrested I used to drink Cristal, them fuckers racist So I switched gold bottles on to that Spade shit You gonna have another drink or you just gonna babysit? On to the next one, somebody call the waitress Baby, I'm a boss, I don't know what they do I don't get dropped, I drop the label World can't hold me, too much ambition Always knew it'd be like this when I was in the kitchen Niggas in the same spot, me, I'm dodgin' raindrops Meanin' I'm on vaca', chillin' on a big yacht Yeah, I got on flip flops, white Louie boat shoes Y'all should grow the fuck up, come here let me coach you, hold up Freeze, hey Somebody bring me back some money please, hey I got a million ways to get it, choose one Hey, bring it back, bring it back Now double your money and make a stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the next Hold up, freeze, hey Somebody bring me back some money please, hey Big Pimpin' in the house now Bought the land, tore the motherfuckin' house down Bought the car, tore the motherfuckin' roof off Ride clean, I don't ever take shoes off Bought the Jeep, tore the motherfuckin' doors off Foot out that bitch, ride the shit like a skateboard Navigation on, tryin' to find my next thrill Feelin' myself, I don't even need an X pill Can't chill but my neck will Haters really gonna be mad off my next deal Uh, I don't know why they worry 'bout my pockets Meanwhile I had Oprah chillin' in the projects Had her out in Bed-Stuy, chillin' on the steps Drinkin' quarter waters, I gotta be the best M.J. at Summer Jam, Obama on the text Y'all should be afraid of what I'm gonna do next, hold up Freeze, hey Somebody bring me back some money please, hey I got a million ways to get it, choose one Hey, bring it back, bring it back Now double your money and make a stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the next Hold up, freeze, hey Somebody bring me back some money please, hey