I Be Puttin' On

Wale

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    We popping bottles of the pink shit, take 'em to the dome
    We ain't ever on that weak shit, all we blow is strong
    Every day we party til early in the morn
    Put that shit on Instagram so they know I'm putting on
    I know you see me, yeah, I be putting on

    I know you see me with your looking ass
    What the fuck you looking at?
    This is MMG and we don't speak to all you fucking crabs
    Got a bunch of cash, but money is under, fam
    I'd rather be over-prepared than slip in here understaffed
    Did you understand I'm down to ride with my niggas
    Just a double M, you can't fuck with them
    Unless you're certified to ride with us
    Keep the broads far up out my business
    and my mind following the ditches
    And I ain't tripping off of potential --
    that's another word for "ain't did shit"
    Work, and I put D.C. on, we ain't been this high since the E.R
    See y'all niggas be some peons, talking about y'all be gone
    Whole time niggas wouldn't swing, playing tee-ball

    We popping bottles of the pink shit, take 'em to the dome
    We ain't ever on that weak shit, all we blow is strong
    Every day we party til early in the morn
    Put that shit on Instagram so they know I'm putting on
    I know you see me, yeah, I be putting on

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    Hundred thousands, hundred thousands
    I be throwing hundred thousands
    I know why they trusting me
    cause I got all these funds around 'em
    My fan base consist of niggas with drugs around 'em
    Educated sisters to bitches dancing with ones around 'em
    I know you think all we do is have fun around here
    But I'm from a city where young niggas carry guns
    Don't single out any corner -- its popping on every one
    They talking bout what they gon do, its probably already done
    I'm running through cake, running through states
    Take your one to the face every one or two cakes
    Just bought a new crib, that's a wonderful space
    Ask me how I feel I got it so my nigga

    We popping bottles of the pink shit, take 'em to the dome
    We ain't ever on that weak shit, all we blow is strong
    Every day we party til early in the morn
    Put that shit on Instagram so they know I'm putting on
    I know you see me, yeah, I be putting on

    I be cooler than a motherfucker
    Wanna hit the fans, selling work on the Internet
    call it Instagram
    And you know I do it for my city, you know I'm putting on
    Hundred racks on this clothes a nigga putting on
    Self made, self paid, forty on my belt waist
    Hundred round lobster feast, get a shell face
    I be twisted off of molly doe, chopped bricks karate doe
    Closet two floors -- safari doe
    Brown bag paper tag, nigga can't pay for swag
    We know we love the game but we hate to brag, Montana
    Me and Rozay twisted on a boat
    watching all you fuck niggas choke

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    Composición: Wiz Khalifa, Wale, . Roscoe Dash y French Montana

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