*Cue sharpie mustache, ski goggles, matching polo zip up/wall, and bad autotune*
YZ x2 (indiscernible) x2
x2 Going ham on your bitch, man this shit is On the couch, in the house, man you Getting all the bread, man this shit is You know that and the team so fuck you pay me
1: Aint nothing annoying than the haters I stay with the green in the mean, Stay sippin lean, score TD (touchdown) the Raiders Money getting buff like Arnold Waiting for my time, so dont forget to tip the We a bunch of dream-chasers about to go may-JAH (major) Whip looking foreign, cruising through the Glock looking crispy, yeah Im a Filet-YAH (No translation available) Bullets look like nuggets, and Im a Chick YA Never sweet, wed rather 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 phone; she say the on! She say my money grown, Im never Never party alone, your bitch a A butter...pussy unknown...???(incoherent mumbling) They hit you like a Money like Pringle chips Money take time, tick I never been a And my lips on lip-lock Everybody knockin like we knick knock (?) --- (drop beat)
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3: YZ so de mane, my fan d (?) Aint nobody us You work at Wendys all ....(incoherent mumbling) I got papers, I got papers so my always grow Got a bitch, cant stand the pole she say I trained her right, and she loving the stroll (?) Young you do it better, and flyer OHHHH I go to the mall, I ball like DURANT I never been a bitch or know what I cant (incoherent mumbling)..........FINESSE!
YZ...Finesse (x2)
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