Yessir! Lyrics

[Intro]
I like this one
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Fishtail the coupe on the shoulder
G Wagen, it's a four door
Skipped all of my classes
In order, I was in them court doors
Vroom vroom, skrrt, sport playin'
Puttin' the brain all in the Porsche
HOV lane
Bae, you gotta pass your brain like we in a college course
Pointer my tennis, AP my wrist
Different kind of cut on these diamonds, they glist'
Rolls Royce me, put the stars in the ceiling
Hoppin' out the front seat draped in linen
We gon' get it back, ain't no pressure, I'm spendin'
I'm havin' like the treasury, this money keep printin'
Chipper Jones your boo, knock it out, ninth inning
Jumped straight off the porch, I'm coming out the trenches

[Chorus]
Spend and get it back, yes, sir
Burn out the tires on the coupe, I'ma swerve
Hop out the Hellcat, bitch, that purr
Pointers on me gettin' tangled with her pearls
I'm far from basic, y'all niggas jaded, drip in the latest (Aw f*ck)
Bring me them pesos, bitch, by the caseload, go get the Draco (Y'all f*cked)
Whippin' clean, this the new one
Only hang with the cool ones (Yes, sir)
Pointers on me, they the blue ones
And cocaine with the real ones (Yes, sir)
We livin' life phenomenal
I get her wet, that bitch droolin' (Yes, sir)
Hop out the coupe and I slam the door
Hit your lil' bitch with the ruler (Yes, sir)

[Verse 2]
f*ck it up, get it back, dig what I'm sayin'? I'ma pop my shit like the top on the can
And they knowin' who I am, best believe she a fan
Put that top on me, you gotta suck with no hands
Push the pedal to the floor, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
Load up like Noreaga (Load up)
I want me like forty acres (Like forty)
No time, can't afford no hater
We get straight to the money, I handle my business
Take over the city, they know we the littest
Me and my brothers ain't fallin' out 'bout bitches
We run up them hundreds, we stack up them riches
Worker or a boss, boy, make a decision
I had to put in work for all this I'm gettin'
Don't say that you love me, bae, I wanna feel it
Don't love her but I fell in love when I'm sinning (Only1)

[Chorus]
Spend and get it back, yes, sir
Burn out the tires on the coupe, I'ma swerve
Hop out the Hellcat, bitch, that purr
Pointers on me gettin' tangled with her pearls
I'm far from basic, y'all niggas jaded, drip in the latest (Aw f*ck)
Bring me them pesos, bitch, by the caseload, go get the Draco (Y'all f*cked)
Whippin' clean, this the new one
Only hang with the cool ones (Yes, sir)
Pointers on me, they the blue ones
And cocaine with the real ones (Yes, sir)
We livin' life phenomenal
I get her wet, that bitch droolin' (Yes, sir)
Hop out the coupe and I slam the door
Hit your lil' bitch with the ruler (Yes, sir)

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