Crew

Album: At What Cost (2017)
Charted: 45
  • She see money all around me
    I look like I'm the man, yeah
    But I was down and out like last week
    Tell me where have you been?
    You came out of hiding, girl
    Don't act like I'm your man
    You just a fan, you don't hold rank
    Don't hold no rank

    Bet against a real ass nigga with a sick ass mouth
    And a slick ass flow
    Catch-a-bullet-'round-me-nigga and a player when
    I'm comin' for the kitty, I'm a fool, goddamn
    Do it for my niggas in the ghost right there
    Do it for my niggas in the ghost right now
    Niggas got killed for the boy living dreams in the hills
    And it wasn't for the boy right now
    Goddamn, what a time, what a year
    We are what them young boys fear
    I kill, never been killed, that's real, no lies
    You can tell that from our pulse right now
    Bet you wanna fuck me now
    Bet you wanna love me down
    Girl, you can't tie me down like Ray J said
    But know I'm down
    Freaky Deaky show me something
    Shake it like you owe me something
    Pushin' on the pussy like a button
    Came four times, fifth time you gushin'
    Still gettin' rowdy in the function
    Bitches on my dick like it's nothing
    Everywhere I go now, always got shit bumpin', jumpin', bumpin', jumpin', yeah

    Hey, nice to meet, I'm Young Jefe, who you be?
    Got my piece in Southeast, got her clappin' to this beat
    She invite me to her crib, I walk in she see my heat
    She said "But I live in the hills" bitch, that's just the way I sleep
    Stop that madness, I'm a savage
    In traffic with MAC 11's
    Baddest bitch and she Spanish
    I fly her to Calabasas
    We get nasty, I'm her daddy
    Does she know a nigga ain't average?
    Ain't nothing wrong with fake asses
    Bitch, turn around let's make magic
    I'm geekin', uh huh I'm on it
    Don't look at me like you want it
    Tell 'em that we ain't stuntin'
    In fourth down we ain't puntin' it
    King of District of Columbia
    Can't come here without a permit
    This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas

    She see money all around me
    I look like I'm the man, yeah
    But I was down and out like last week
    Tell me where have you been?
    You came out of hiding, girl
    Don't act like I'm your man
    You just a fan, you don't hold rank
    Don't hold no rank Writer/s: Christopher B. Wood, D'Anthony Carlos, Marquis King, Travis Darelle Walton
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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