Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Mm, hmm, hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Mike Will, Mike Will, Mike Will, Mike Will
Trap-A-Holics, bitch
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, bang bang bang bang, yeah, yeah, bang bang, yeah, ay
(Damn, son! Where'd you find this?)
Gotta have a ball
I have it all
I gotta ball
Speedin' too hard
Please call the law
Bitch, I'm the boss
Old school Ross
2020 comin' in
She got out and told her friends
Told her come and eat my dick
I don't know if I should send
I can have her and her friend
And I don't care if they're twins
Chickens be clucking like hens
And I pull up in a Benz
Nigga hatin' on me, I don't know why
Pro'ly 'cause he a fuckin' broke boy
I done sold more coke than a coke boy
Is you gangster now, I don't know, boy
Why you mad at me?
Why you mad at me?
That's how you gon' be
I'm still gonna eat
Why you mad at me?
Why you mad at me?
That's how you gon' be
I'm still gonna eat
Niggas be like wa-wa-wa
Wa-wa-wa
Don't be mad
Go get a bag
Wa-wa-wa
Wa-wa-wa
Get in yo bag
You lookin' sad
