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    I'm that nigga, that motherfucking nigga, nigga
    I'm that nigga, that motherfucking nigga
    My bitch that bitch, she that motherfucking bitch
    She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick
    I'm that nigga, that motherfucking nigga, nigga
    I'm that nigga, that motherfucking nigga
    My bitch that bitch, she that motherfucking bitch
    She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick

    You madder than a bitch 'cause a nigga glowed up
    I'm in a 'Ventador, this is not a Lambo truck
    I ain't the only one lit, my whole clique run it up
    You want a G for free? For free? What the fuck? (what the fuck?)

    I'm tired of these broke ass niggas standin' at the table
    They wanna pull up and fuck with the bitches, but they ain't buying no bottles
    Nigga, buy some motherfucking bottles, you broke-ass nigga

    I can't stand a broke nigga, I can't stand a broke bitch
    Five bands, ain't all-ones, I just threw a whole fit
    I'ma whole boss nigga, I keep me a boss bitch
    I write it down on paper, then I check it off the list
    All day, I'm running plays, running plays, I'm running plays
    Ain't got time to clean the house, bitch, I got a maid
    I came to make a movie, lil' bitch, I think I'm Blade
    I'm a movie star, tell the promoter I need a raise
    I don't talk in circles, no, this not a maze
    I just fucked a bad bitch, ooh, I'm in a daze
    No, I'm not a water boy, nigga, I'm in the game
    Put some money on your head, twenty piece, chump change
    Nigga

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    Hell nah, hell nah, nigga, move the fuck out the motherfucking way
    I'm tryna get to the niggas with the bag, I'm tryna get flewed out
    And not like that, but you look like you ain't flyin' out shit, nigga

    Pull up in a drop top, Uber, they ain't even hot
    She was a good girl, but I turned her to a thot
    Right pocket is a knot, left pocket hold a Glock
    You can be the next 50, nigga, take these nine shots
    You always got somethin' bad to say, you a hater
    You niggas penny pinching, man, I'm itching for that paper
    I want a big crib, glass floors, elevator
    I like that in-house pussy like Flava Flava
    You in that baby mama Benz, that is not a stunt
    You swear you doing somethin', man, your head is corrupt
    Get you a nigga like me, bitch, I'm what's up
    I just had to take her to brunch, she let me fuck

    You talkin' like you got the motherfucking check, but is you cuttin' it?
    Nigga, that's your motherfucking homeboy's section, nigga
    Talkin' all that shit with a G-Shock on
    Got your phone out, recordin' like a bitch, nigga, put your phone down

    Came through with a hunnid niggas with me, I'm a leader
    If he say he about to shoot the shit up, you better believe him
    I'm a dog, I'm a lion, I'm a fucking hyena
    Got it out the mud, you can't get dirty 'cause you a diva
    Lil' Boosie in the speaker, so you know I don't give no fucks
    YG hit your bitch, I really hit it, wasn't luck
    The war cost money, nigga, get your dollars up
    I'm buyin' handguns, choppers and bulletproof trucks
    Still standin' ten years plus, I really do this
    Pull your hair, hit it from the back, I really do this
    Diamonds dancing, got these bitches jumpin' to conclusions
    YG ain't got a bag, Bitch, is you stupid?

    What kinda car you drivin', nigga?
    What kinda bitches is you fucking?
    I'm a top notch bitch and I like top notch shit
    You better get your bag together, lil' nigga

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    Composición: Yg, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer y Dj Mustard

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