[Intro]
Lil' more
Lot of niggas saying I was done and shit, man, shut the f*ck up with that shit
Y'all don't know what the f*ck a young nigga got going on, for real
You niggas always talking and shit, man, shut the f*ck up with that shit
[Chorus]
I don't f*ck with these niggas, no way (I need it, gotta have it)
I was born to make my own way (I'ma keep it, that real-ass nigga)
I got models all over my place
I got drugs, that shit on the table (Baby, I salute you)
She wan' pop the p*ssy on the camera (Can't nobody come before you)
She my fave, but I cannot have her (I'll be your Bonnie)
I get fried and hide from the camera
I got five on my head like bandana (This shit criss-cross)
I got five different hoes in Atlanta
I got firеd from my job and went back home and put my heart on instrumеntals, yeah, yeah
If this nigga got somethin' to say, nigga gotta come say that shit to my face
Get a f*ck nigga hit with the 'K, I've been working all day, I don't got time to play
[Bridge]
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
(Working all day) Okay
(Huh, working all day) Huh, okay (Yeah, huh)
[Verse]
"I see you got a lil' money on you, what you think that you big shit now?"
That what my momma said to me, I swear to God, I ain't let a tear fall down
Hoo (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Shit get hard, but, bitch, I'm a soldier
You niggas just boys, I don't know what they told you
You niggas ain't men, these niggas some hoes
I got this bad bitch, tippity-toes
She wait for me patient 'til I get home
I got this bad bitch all on the road
She say I'm the one and she know what f*ck goin'
[Refrain]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I need it, gotta have it, I'ma keep it, that real-ass nigga)
I got this bad bitch all on the road
She say I'm the one, and she know what f*ck goin' (Baby, I salute you, can't nobody come before you, I'll be your Bonnie)
[Chorus]
I don't f*ck with these niggas, no way
I was born to make my own way
I got models all over my place
I got drugs, that shit on the table
She wan' pop the p*ssy on the camera
She my fave, but I cannot have her
I get fried and hide from the camera
I got five on my head like bandana (This shit criss-cross)
I got five different hoes in Atlanta
I got fired from my job and went back home and put my heart on instrumentals, yeah, yeah
If this nigga got somethin' to say, nigga gotta come say that shit to my face
Get a f*ck nigga hit with the 'K, I've been working all day, I don't got time to play, play
[Outro]
Huh
Yeah, yeah
I need it, gotta have it, I'ma keep it, that real-ass nigga