Ken Carson Amandabynes Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah-yeah

[Chorus]
She think she all that, Amanda Bynes
Copped a yellow pineapple Fanta just to pour these lines
I ain't fall in love with your figure, I fell in love with your mind
You ain't fall in love with my money, you fell in love with my time
Mad at you for nothin', I got tired of your lyin'
You not happy here, why you wastin' your tears cryin'?
Push-start, switch the gear, I'm on the highway flyin'
Balmain on my rib, my zipper Number (N)ine

[Verse]
You can't catch this drip, I'm rockin' some shit you cannot find
You can't catch this whip, that Lamborghini a V10
Niggas in the way, ayy, I just wanna win
I think I'm too real for this shit, everybody pretend
This a billion-dollar lick, are you in?
I put my life on the line 'bout that money
I load the pipe, jump in the whip, I jump out, I'm deaf
Then we both got boots on, but I'm the one doin' the steppin'
That AK make your body shake, that boy look like he cryin'
And I get high 'til I can't function, I be mixin' up the meds
Thought this was your bitch, I got her rubbin' her hands through my dreads
She so YVL, every day she wake up and play it
Every night I got her on her knees, she prayin' to the Lord
Upside-down cross swingin' in her face, she was screamin' 'til the next morning If we not f*ckin', I don't know what do with her, I swear these bitches be borin'
Yeah, it's okay, baby, I'ma just call you every time that I get horny
'Cause she think she all that, bitch, you not Amanda Bynes
Girl, you missed your time, you in the back of the line
No rentin' no cars, if you see me in it, then it's mine
Yeah, my new bitch got a bustdown watch, yeah, yeah, they his and hers
I been in the store for two, three hours, I ain't even mean to splurge
When you really shop, can't even go in all the stores in one day
When you really shopped at Opium, wearin' these clothes anyway
And when I pop my shit, gotta open your ears to hear what I say

[Chorus]
She think she all that, Amanda Bynes
Copped a yellow pineapple Fanta just to pour these lines
I ain't fall in love with your figure, I fell in love with your mind
You ain't fall in love with my money, you fell in love with my time
Mad at you for nothin', I got tired of your lyin'
You not happy here, why you wastin' your tears cryin'?
Push-start, switch the gear, I'm on the highway flyin'
Balmain on my rib, my zipper Number (N)ine

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah