*Cue sharpie mustache, sideways ski goggles, matching zip up/wall, and bad autotune*
YZ x2 (indiscernible) x2
x2 Going ham on bitch, man this shit is crazy On the couch, in the house, man you all the bread, man this shit is crazy You know that cardigan and the team so you pay me
1: Aint nothing more annoying the haters I stay with the green in the mean, sippin lean, score TD (touchdown) like the Raiders Money buff like Arnold Schwarzenegger Waiting for my time, so dont to tip the waiter We a bunch of dream-chasers thats to go may-JAH (major) Whip looking foreign, cruising the Himalayas Glock crispy, yeah Im a Fish Filet-YAH (No translation available) look like nuggets, and Im a Chick Fil-Et YA Never been sweet, wed die before we pay up Got some bitches cooking, my oven, ni**as flippin bricks Got some bitches wasting time, my
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2: Man, she text my she say the money on! She say my money grown, Im never party alone, your bitch a lover A butter...pussy unknown...???(incoherent mumbling) They hit you like a stack like Pringle chips Money take time, tick I been a snitch And my lips on lip-lock Everybody knockin like we playing knock (?) --- (drop beat)
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3: YZ so de mane, my fan d (?) Aint stopping us You work at Wendys all ....(incoherent mumbling) I got papers, I got papers so my trees grow Got a bitch, cant stand the pole Cause she say I trained her right, and she loving the (?) Young you do it better, and than OHHHH I go to the mall, yeah I like DURANT I been a bitch n---- or know what I cant (incoherent mumbling)..........FINESSE!
YZ...Finesse (x2)
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