Make Em’ Say
Showtime (flamers)
If you sippin' on somthin put
It down right now get Money
We bout to get it poppin, this song
Jahlil Beats
I like my rosé red and my diamonds blue
Keep a dime chick like 5 times 2
I be killin these haters when
I slide by through
Like a drive by do in a sky dive coop
Flyin, the whip sound like a lion
Keep a white girl with white girl like ryan
Uh, Shit I ain't baggin, I'm buyin
A lot of these suckas be frauds, lyin
Really though, they fishin for a robbery
I got them biddies tryna hit
Me like a lottery haters wanna body me cause
I'm a hot commodity
Puffin on that hater ease the
Pain like a apology
Niggas they can spit but they'll never
Be as fly as me
Wrist lookin like the same arena
Where the Flyers be- ICEY
I know, I don't think they like me
Maybe cause I might be dickin down they wifey
Umm, It's easy to hate me
It's harder to love me you a hater
Ask ya bitches bet ya all of them fucked me
They callin' me hubby but they
Be callin' for nothin'
Cause when I tell them hoes I like
Em I be kiddin like Cudi
They be like yup yup we make em say
Yup yup we make em say yup we got em like
Let's get it you got a boyfriend?
No, we don't care now where that money at?
It's over here we ball hard
Bottles in the air
Chillin in the whip make them
Biddies stop and stare
Before I met TIP i was the king
Martin Luther
Diamonds in the bezzle lookin husky, Rasputia
Don't get it twisted I spit
But I'm a shooter
Glock 17 clip hangin longer then a ruler
Every time I see them hoes they be like
You the best like Drizzy
But I tell them I'm cooler
I ain't even hit
She gave me brain like a tutor
I kick that chick out early in
The morning like a rooster i'm a DOPEBOY
Lookin like money everytime I flow by
Haters hatin on me i don't know why
Cause I'm come from da bottom
Were da sun don't shine
Pops died young so I had to man up
Cases got caught so I had to stand up
I'm the best around hands down hands up
Smack a sucka right in front of
His squad and what like
They be like yup yup we make em say
Yup yup we make em say yup we got em like
Let's get it you got a boyfriend?
No, we don't care now where that money at?
It's over here we ball hard
Bottles in the air
Chillin in the whip make them
Biddies stop and stare
Them boys damn near forty
They ain't fuckin with shorty
I shine like a buck worth of jewelry
For sure he the hottest in America
All guts glory
Benzo 6 all on that back, Rob Horry
Limbo, bend the corner all eyes on me
Like I'm 2Pac niggas envy wanna shakur me
Haters, why get mad? I get paper
All black Camaro lookin like Darth Vader
Diamonds in ma chain like da
Water in Jamaica- all blue
Them biddies like "Who da F RU"
My niggas we ball through sumthin we all do
On that day she pop me
She prolli will call you
My niggas tryna turn a pound
Of raw to a molly
In the kitchen million dollar
Whippin like Bugatti me, ma niggas got it
Hater like, how he do that?
Who that? we that! Prolly
They be like yup yup we make em say
Yup yup we make em say yup we got em like
Let's get it you got a boyfriend?
No, we don't care now where that money at?
It's over here we ball hard
Bottles in the air
Chillin in the whip make them
Biddies stop and stare