Lyrics
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Intro
(You are now listening to Headphone Music)
Yeah
Yeah (It's like all he cares about are these stupid fucking beats)
Chorus
You ain't talkin' money, what you sayin'?
When it come to bands I ain't playin' (I ain't playin')
Young nigga, cooler than a fan (Brr)
Got her on her knees like she prayin' (Yes sir)
I got lit, I'm poppin', no cap (Yeah)
Too much for the wallet, no cap
He diss and we pull up, aimin' where he cap (Brrt)
Been gone, they say we go way back (Yeah)
Post-Chorus
I promise, not owin' nothin' to these niggas (Yeah)
Remember back then, was nothin' to thеse bitches
Got so many peoplе all up in my business (No cap)
They only show love when it's benefitin' (Let's go)
Verse
Pull up, yes, I'm in a Maybach
I left them hatin' bitches where they at
She wanna get crushed, I ain't into that
I gotta get money, that's where my mind at
They like, "Playah, how do you do it?" (How you do it?)
It ain't nothin', just pop yo' shit (Pop it, pop)
Couple bands just sittin' on the wrist (Oh yeah)
Couple bands just for this fit (Yeah, yeah)
I'm just braggin', this ain't no diss (No diss)
But please, don't get it twisted
Make one call, have him missin'
Pull out the switch, gon' have him glitchin' (Grrt)
You know that it's Rick on my shoe (Okay)
Might find me in love with your boo (Alright)
I'm count up the money, nothin' new (Yeah, yeah)
These niggas, they know what we do (Know what we do)
Top down, get put on the news (On bro)
I just keep winnin', I don't lose (Yeah)
Nah shawty, I don't care 'bout your dude (I don't care)
When I hit from the back, she say "Ooh"
My drip is so rare, all that they do is just stare (Haha)
I swear that this shit is not fair (Yeah)
She want me to care, sorry lil' bitch, I don't care (Yeah)
It's too many bitches in here (Let's go)
I'm fresh, I'm lookin' so clean (So clean)
I love it when my bitch is mean
I'm with Race and he carry the beam (Yeah)
I'm with [?], he carry a beam
Chorus
You ain't talkin' money, what you sayin'?
When it come to bands I ain't playin' (Uh-huh)
Young nigga, cooler than a fan (Yeah, yeah)
Got her on her knees like she prayin' (Like she prayin')
I got lit, I'm poppin', no cap (For real)
Too much for the wallet, no cap
He diss and we pull up, aimin' where he cap
Been gone, they say we go way back
Post-Chorus
I promise, not owin' nothin' to these niggas
Remember back then, was nothin' to these bitches
Got so many people all up in my business
(They only show love when it's benefitin')
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