Yuh, look, yuh Mira [?] don't worry bout me, yo aqui Count money my way [?] [?] flow fea, after all these years I still go off then Miss Snow still flows so cold, y'all hoes don't know no cut, no soften You broads all fluff, no profit, pick your coffin, bitches [?] [?] [?] Don't let a slick mouth get ya, thinkin' you next up, that shit gon' get you fucked [?] in the rap game it ain't a duda When it's all-star games I suit up When I got a little bit of time, ooh I Come right back up in the booth and I do my little thing Ain't shit changed but the jewels I Got around my neck and the crew now Cause a boss ain't got excusas It's like every time I just be trying to mind my own business and I don't got no beef with nobody somebody always gotta pop up and havе something to say I mean if you feeling froggy though Jump (jump, jump, jump) Jump (jump, jump, jump) Jump (jump, jump, jump) Jump (jump, jump, jump) Jump If you feeling froggy leap thеn [?] [?] [?] the lies they feed them Some of y'all hoes really whylin', tweakin', violence season Coming up, I been calm and decent Private beaches, sip an margarita on an island, weekend Kicking it in the cut pero I been peepin', y'all hoes reachin' [?] Ya'll hoes gotta be off the deep end This Hip Hop and bitch y'all just leeches [?] Que triste I mean at the end of the day I'm really just sitting here making money on my own, like I don't really bother nobody But if bitches wanna start something then we can start something Cause if you feeling froggy though Jump (jump, jump, jump) Jump (jump, jump, jump) Jump (jump, jump, jump) Jump (jump, jump, jump) Jump