Lyricist : Deante Johnson
Composer : Deante Johnson
[Intro]
BADMAN (I'm a rich nigga)
Mafioso (We was poppin' since Celine), Mafia
(It's that Mafia shit, baby, you should pull back on our team)
(Every day clean when I pop out in the scene)
[Chorus]
(Yee-ha)
You better not try and play me (Yee-ha)
I'ma sit back and act like everything gravy when they slay ya
I'm so player (Yee-ha)
Yeah, my b***h is so thick, she got them layers (Yee-ha)
I got zero toleration for a traitor
Lil' baby, I'm the richest in the club (Yee-ha)
Yeah, my pockets dumb as **** (Yee-ha)
What the ****? Nigga thought he was one of us
Shut the **** up 'fore I get you touched up (Yee-ha)
She see these diamonds on my chain (Yee-ha)
Gotta love the game, now she gon' come up out them scrubs
Diamonds speakin' to the b***h like lecture (Yee-ha), God bless ya (Yee-ha)
And I got that four-nick' on me, bitch, my backup (Oh no)
These pretty bitches won't **** you unless yo' check up (Yee-ha)
She put that p***y on me (Yee-ha), my shirt messed up (Let's go)
K got me so sideways in the H (Yee-ha, yee-ha)
Swingin' bars, in a daze, yeah, suh
I could see you, pussy, in your face (Yee-ha)
I pull the B-rolls out (Yee-ha), and now this lil' b***h look amazed up (Yee-ha)
[Bridge]
Bitches that'll love for ya
She eat the d**k up like The Last Supper
I'll make it home before you get in trouble
**** you niggas, I'm a trustful mother****er
I ain't never worry 'bout you suckers
[Verse]
My money up, I just laugh at this shit, n***a
That's yo' b***h wanna ****, come get yo' thot, nigga, huh
I'm with my all of thugs, this Mafia ties, b***h
No shooters up in the truck, or get out the ride, b***h (Yes, sir)
I ain't never give a **** if a n***a dead or alive, b***h (Yes, sir)
Rino ain't never give a **** if he cool with ya trick (Yes, sir)
My money so good, I'm extra cool on a bitch, yeah
Who I'm ****in' on tonight, I don't know, let me the list of chick
Never went with the crowds, I always been a misfit
Dobermann all the way, ****, they ain't never missed a b***h (Yes, sir, yes, sir)
I move too tricky on 'em, it's hard to find me, b***h
She tryna set me up (Yes, sir), she gon' get slapped in this b***h (Yeah)
My ninjas with me, please, don't get smacked in this b***h
I just made two-fifty, I just laugh gettin' rich, yeah
Dippin', dabbin' 'round the H, I'm ridin' slappin' this b***h
(Payin' for whole table, **** a tab in this bitch)
[Chorus]
(Yee-ha)
You better not try and play me (Yee-ha)
I'ma sit back and act like everything gravy when they slay ya
I'm so player (Yee-ha)
Yeah, my b***h is so thick, she got them layers (Yee-ha)
I got zero toleration for a traitor
Lil' baby, I'm the richest in the club (Yee-ha)
Yeah, my pockets dumb as **** (Yee-ha)
What the ****? Nigga thought he was one of us
Shut the **** up 'fore I get you touched up (Yee-ha)
She see these diamonds on my chain (Yee-ha)
Gotta love the game, now she gon' come up out them scrubs
Diamonds speakin' to the b***h like lecture (Yee-ha), God bless ya (Yee-ha)
And I got that four-nick' on me, bitch, my backup (Oh no)
These pretty bitches won't **** you unless yo' check up (Yee-ha, hey)
She put that p***y on me (Yee-ha), my shirt messed up
[Post-Chorus]
K got me so sideways in the H (Yee-ha, yee-ha)
Swingin' bars, in a daze, yeah, suh
I could see you, pussy, in your face (Yee-ha)
I pull the B-rolls out (Yee-ha), and now this lil' b***h look amazed up (Yee-ha)
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