I'm in three mixed by the name

Baby baby hey hey baby hey

Hey baby hey hey baby i'm in the chain

Hey baby hey

I'm in the sun

In the hey baby walking full of christian

V i p though going hard

And body trapping

Where they throw that cheese up

I been about my paper

Niggards know about my stacks

You don't like that dirty money

Send your girl to wipe me that

Million dollars on my neck and wrist

Shine for a mask

She wanna see it up close

Then she gotta walk it out

I'm the king of this rap shit

They talking bout

Niggards can't sell records

So they blame it on the south

I be all through street port louisiana ball

And like who the f**k

You say it ain't no choppers in new orleans

My rims so clean

They spinning like a whirlwind

Pull up at the club texting they girlfriends

They know who i is they know who i am

I am flying through the south

In that burgundy lamb

Pull up at the lightman so bright

She want my number call me tonight

Pick up the phone when it's the a to the you

Double r i c a n to the e

Get them up get them up

Get them up get them up

Hey baby that's what we say

When we pull up in no trucks

Tell my neighbor to cut the check

I'm a gone spend it up

On a bentley painting yellow

Like a baby school bus

Twenty sixes make them stop when i pull up

In my pants

Say it glow like i was rocking a pillow

When i stop and i pull up

I'm be already full of vodka

I keep that in my cup

Hey bae bae don't make me bust it

If you try to take my chain

I'm snatch your face off

I got diamonds in my ear

The same size as baseballs

Where they at they lost

I don't think they on my level

Lil mama think i'm a bite her

With this alligator sweater at

Baby baby it's just the beginning

I'm finna run it up

I said whoever feel difficult

Holla at her with that

Wouldn't be talking about heaven you're dead

Every brick you've been chasing

You running your mouth

And ever since i dropped that eight

Bae bae i've been right in this club

Holla hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

Hey hey hey hey hey

I'm in the club

Holla hey hey hey it's your boogie

This for my dawns

Who keep that cake and keep that ooh

Outta eight baby

One eighty seven two eleven

On my side of town

Everybody riding 'round baby make fools down

Rubber bands rubbing cash i'm makin' cake

Everyday thanks what we gon' eat

Today i won't eat some steak

Paint the candy candy green

Anybody try to hate

They gon' feel that shit and bad moves keep

A big big attitude

Real rules l i g i'm real cool

Don't think that i'm a little dude

Speak to me like barbeque is nothing at all

Thought that rap shit was a fool

But ain't that they goin' off

I said it redhead

Red b**h red b**h red b**h

Twenty three's out the bentley and we stay fly

Hundred g's and p r p's stuff them hum b's

We d boys getting money on them

Twenty five five star

And that's me an pg

I'm from the three to thirteen

Off the wild side

My young g and he a beast

The carter tree that's most stunting

But we hustling like it's do or die

Aye aye aye aye aye aye aye

Hey baby hey baby hey hey baby

I'm in the club hella dancing across the floor

You know the g way hallelujah

Up on the mic with the dj

I'm with my g's and my thugs and my essays

I and hundred shades

I've been up for bout three days

Up with girls in my hair

Got my l's in the air

Waist and drink everywhere

Cause of cu i don't care with my cousin

Got that lava

And you know we bad off

We the ones up in the cut

With them blunts that make it cold

Shoot all the way

Down from my head to my feet

I can't feel my face

So please don't speak

You wanna know what we do in the

Club get back what talks might say

Raise my shirt show the tat up on my back

Yo look it ain't a game

Fifty large is what i came with

Twenty five for bottles

Twenty five to make it rain with

This ain't reggie miller mile

This is kush and hate days mix

Don't sit there and lie to me

You ain't never taste this

Hope the lord forgive me

Gave my jesus piece a facelift

Stones is doing the walk to see

In the bracelet

Ain't no stopping that i be with the gap

Is that excuse me i be

Wherever it's popping at

Now i'm on the dance floor

Iced out lights out white

Beat of true religion

Shorts and my nights out

Drinking out the bottle talking much

Dutch lit

Everybody with them arms

Reach wanna touch this

Yes and when i leave it

All following

Just cause i was in the club

Hey baby hey hey baby

Hey baby hey baby hey baby hey baby

Hey baby hey baby