Hey yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what happened, ayy
Four years later they still sleepin’ on me
And I ain’t gotta get the strap ’cause I still keep it on me
It’s crazy how I got a big dick without a dick, uh
It’s Young M.A. don’t ever let that name come out yo’ lips
I’m the big goon, I send my goonies to your crib
And you can die inside your livin’ room
If gettin’ money mean you dumb then fuck it I been a fool
And I ain’t just go and get the food I built the kitchen too
I’d rather be inside some pussy than do this interview
Little gay nigga, hoes been on me since middle school
Break up with a bitch by next week I won’t remember you
Just because I’m put it in don’t mean I’m into you
Into foreign countries with a foreign chick, foreign whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreign shit
Niggas wildin’ out in Paris, Colten you recordin’ this?
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin’ shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, Rem handle the important shit
It’s funny how haters throwin’ shots but they ain’t callin’ it
Uh, clear the way, make some room, please excuse
That’s a real nigga walkin’ in
Huh it’s M.A bitch
You got somethin’ on your mind then say that shit (Say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a playpen
In other words we don’t play that shit
M.A ’bout to drop, better play that shit
Hoes love me man, them niggas hate that shit
They be like, “Ooh, I hate that bitch”
Ooh but ain’t they broke, and ain’t I rich?
Ooh, ooh, shake ’em off (Shake ’em off)
Niggas wasn’t on their job, had to lay ’em off
Her nigga wasn’t on his job, had to break her off
Three words for these hoes, take it off
Ooh, drop panties, no hands please, she don’t need plan Bs
She pop’ Xannies, like it’s candy, that’s why she antsy
But she nasty, and I’m a thorough bread nigga with an attitude
It’s Young M.A, make sure that M.A is capital
Being broke is a joke that’s why I’m never in a laughin’ mood
Always got the trap clickin’ like they some tappin’ shoes
It was either get rich or die, I had to choose (Ooh)
Get rich or die tryin’, Curtis Jackson move
BiBipolar, can’t control her, keep a tool with me
Strapped across my shoulder ’cause my mind is like a bag of screws
Huh it’s M.A bitch
You got somethin’ on your mind then say that shit (Say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a playpen
In other words we don’t play that shit
M.A ’bout to drop, better play that shit
Hoes love me man, them niggas hate that shit
They be like “Ooh, I hate that bitch”
Ooh, but ain’t they broke, and ain’t I rich?
Flex, ooh, Hercules
In this motherfuckin’ booth leavin’ third degrees (Ooh)
Cookin’ crack up in that stu’, I gotta serve the fiends (Huh?)
Hop in that Maybach tell the driver, “Umm, curtains please” (Woo)
Rich and filthy, still rock silky red rose certainly (Uh-huh)
Black and blue, that green one too, just copped that burgundy
I swear I try to change my ways but it ain’t work for me (Nah)
Fuck a bitch ’cause currently my mood is currency (Yes)
And I’m sippin’ Hennessy, make sure it’s privilege please (Ooh)
I’m countin’ up, she said “How much?” I said infinity (Woo)
If I don’t come for you, ayy, do not send for me (Woo)
‘Cause I will pop this brand new Glock and take her virginity (Grr)
Uh, big pimpin’ spendin’ Gs
What I look like trickin’ on a bitch, that ain’t did shit for me? (What?)
Can’t be in my vicinity without abilities (Nah)
All you haters hold my nuts and suck my dignity
Sheesh
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