[Intro] [high-pitched sine synth melody, 808 bass enters] (Haha) (All-stars) (Five yards out) (Haha) Yeah Yeah Yeah, hey (Haha) [Chorus] [driving trap drums, 808 bass syncopated with hi-hat rolls] I can't really fuck with you to tell the truth And I'm shittin' on these rappers you can smell the booth I be gettin' money I don't know what else to do And I'm chillin' with my squad who the hell are you? Hey, I can't really fuck with you to tell the truth And I'm shittin' on these rappers you can smell the booth I be gettin' money I don't know what else to do And I'm chillin' with my squad who the hell are you? (Yeah) [Verse 1] I don't really want to get to know ya I said I got a lot of shit up on my shoulders The only people that I trust are my day ones So keep your distance or we gonna tote them poles up You know what it is, on my grind I'm just trying to get some ends I just call a couple women and they bring in some of they friends Drinkin' Henny from the bottle gettin' loose up in the Benz Say you workin' on some moves well girl show me how you dance, yeah yeah Niggas in my way get up out my face, yeah, yeah Do you like Tay-K? We gon' have to spray, yeah, yeah Choppa in your face, leave you where you lay, yeah, yeah But I don't do the race 'cause I beat the case, yeah Tell the plug hit my phone up I heard he got it for the low I know he show love My money gettin' heavy I'ma need a tow truck That's why these girls always be actin' like they know us [Chorus] I can't really fuck with you to tell the truth And I'm shittin' on these rappers you can smell the booth I be gettin' money I don't know what else to do And I'm chillin' with my squad who the hell are you? Hey, I can't really fuck with you to tell the truth And I'm shittin' on these rappers you can smell the booth I be gettin' money I don't know what else to do And I'm chillin' with my squad who the hell are you? (Who are you?) [Verse 2] Tell me why, tell me why you be so petty You've been blowin' up my phone I said I'll call you when I'm ready I know I supply good drugs and those good times I know you can't get enough but you gon' have to wait in line I just want to have some fun, I just want to live my life You just want to tie me down, I don't want to have a wife I just want to get up in this bed with you Now you tryin' to convince me to stay for breakfast too But I don't play those games, I don't want to live that lie If I fall in love, I'm gon' have to pay the price I'm just doin' me and I'm quick to cut the ties You know that this guy is the type to change your life I know and we just pulled up to the party Nights still young and we just gettin' started Got my people with me and we pullin' all the shorties Never worry 'bout a hater they are not a problem [Chorus] I can't really fuck with you to tell the truth And I'm shittin' on these rappers you can smell the booth I be gettin' money I don't know what else to do And I'm chillin' with my squad who the hell are you? Hey, I can't really fuck with you to tell the truth And I'm shittin' on these rappers you can smell the booth I be gettin' money I don't know what else to do And I'm chillin' with my squad who the hell are you? [Outro] [synth melody continues, drums fade out]
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