Whatever
[Intro]
Ayy, Dave, tell these niggas it's over for 'em, dawg
[Verse 1]
Young nigga, act like I was born in the ‘80’s
Ain’t doin’ shit for free, you lil’ niggas gotta pay me
Out in the game, before I let a lame play me
She a cool lil’ bitch, but her head-game crazy
Do it while I’m drivin’, I let God take the wheel for me
I don’t even know his name, but he’ll kill for me
Called my phone, talkin’ bout they got a deal for me
They ain’t seein’ me, unless I got a mil- comin’
Got a spendin’-money habit, so I gotta have it
Left my chain next to my phone, now it got water damage
Got sick of dreamin’ ‘bout it, had to go and make it happen
Just hit your bitch off the karats, homie, you silly rabbit
You thirty, braggin’ ‘bout on the shit I did in high school
Could’ve brought out the Louis, but shit, the White’s cool
Ain’t even twenty-one, got all these niggas wives choosin’
Ballin’ on these niggas, I don’t even like hoopin’
[Chorus]
She won’t let you touch her, she gon’ let me do whatever
Baddest bitch, got her number, I don’t even text her
Middle of the summer, fuck around and change the weather
Niggas playin’ tough, but scared of the diamond tester
Love on my life, me and money go together
Your nigga was a lame, baby, I can show you better
Blowin’ through a check, I don’t really know no better
Snatch a bitch soul, then act like I never met her
[Verse 2]
Nigga, I don’t love your bitch, she just love me
Lil’ rat from the hood, she just love Pink
Yeah, spent the day with me, now she love Louis
Yeah, went back to you, now y'all into it
Got her boo-hooin’, I ain’t the only nigga winnin’, whole crew do it
These ain’t one’s, lil boy, yeah, these blue’s, stupid
Quick to break a bitch heart, I never knew Cupid
This bitch hold a whole hunid, don’t you move, stupid
Yeah, don’t try to beef with me, you gon’ lose, stupid
See this chain around my neck? That’s what you call clarity
That lil’ dilly ass shit, you should be embarrassed, lil’ nigga
Shut the fuck up
[Chorus]
She won’t let you touch her, she gon’ let me do whatever
Baddest bitch, got her number, I don’t even text her
Middle of the summer, fuck around and change the weather
Niggas playin’ tough, but scared of the diamond tester
Love on my life, me and money go together
Your nigga was a lame, baby, I can show you better
Blowin’ through a check, I don’t really know no better
Snatch a bitch soul, then act like I never met her
[Outro]
Davis Wesson