Ball, ball, bitch, ball (ball). They love and hate me like Obama. Lil' boy business over there. Big rocks hittin' like Pacquiao (blaow). These hoes ain't worth fifty cent (no, these hoes ain't worth fifty cent). My youngins clapped 'em with the chops like ayy, bay, bay, aye. Yeah, I'm all about my bread, baby, I need every comma. I know I say this shit all the time but this time I promise (What you on? I'm the type of nigga, I'm rich but still hit a lick, uh (On God). You get on my nerves lyrics. Man these hoes get on my nerves real shit. We made the rules, then broke the rules, we do what we want, lil' nigga (ayy). I know you never, ever, ever seen a youngin' flex like this. Ima A Pro With The Tool And I Aint Talkin Mac. And I bet I can hit your ho'.
Ayy, I don't trust these dog hoes, all these bitches sluts (Sluts). I woke up this morning, smokin' big blunts in my Dior robes (yeah). Choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas (fire). Yeah (yeah), somethin' else. Got six figures worth of jewelry on, I dare your ass to reach (F*ck).
Collect the money, trust nobody. I'm stackin' Gs movin keys thats my life black. Glock 30 wit' a 40 stop yo heart from beatin′. Pro, pro, pro, pro, pro, pro, pro, pro, pro, pro (woo). I'm showin' you love but I love my money even mo. Got a whole lotta shooters around my way (my way, buck, buck).
I took a look in the mirror, said, "Boy, you major" (hell yeah). Dior the bucket hat and Cartier the glasses (uh-huh). All I do is pop more bottles and give 'em to you. Yeah, them niggas don't play. Still on that gang shit, no lame shit, no, I can't trust a thot (uh-uh).
I took her away from a buster now she glad, glad. These diamonds on me dancing, I see why she trying to tango. Gettin On My Nerves Lyrics by Chamillionaire. Yeah, we still on dumb shit, the dumbest and the dumbest. She went to college in Atlanta but she from Savannah (yeah). I used to smoke kush and drink lean (okay). Big booty bitch keep lookin' over here, I'm finna put her in a three-point stance. Here we go, here we go, here we go (yeah, yeah).
I see a big bag of money when I look in the mirror (it's Dolph). Lil' nigga right there don't play. Yeah, real recognize real, grandma said, "Boy, don't ever f*ck with strangers". Young and money hungry, where the f*ck a nigga meal? Man these hoes get on my nerves lyricis.fr. Call them hotboyz up bitch they really shootin'. And sh*t aint nothin' wrong with that thats beautiful baby. No kiss, you can't get shit. Got to show my ass, just watch me (aha). I'll Leave Your Teeth Lyin In The Intersection. Uh, I just poured some Wockhardt up in my Mountain Dew, Dew (yeah). Its a lot of niggas out here baller blockin.
Pockets stuffed, I'm stumblin', yeah. Got more artillery in South Memphis than in Baghdad (for real though). AR up under the Balenciaga coat (yeah). And these niggas so sick they can't stand me. I don't f**k with bald head hoes I aint with that. Playin' with a real nigga, he gon' get himself wacked. This page checks to see if it's really you sending the requests, and not a robot. Man These Hoes Get On My Nerves Lyrics. You the type of nigga that be stressin' 'bout the rent, yeah. First time gettin' locked up, I had took some bags to Nashville, whoa. Glock put Lambo doors on his truck, I'm like "Damn you won, nigga" ("How the hell you do that?
And I don't plan on quittin' (uh-uh, yeah). I'm lettin' these hoes hair blow if they got that. But she just love to twerk. I talk sh*t and I got the cream and the jewels to do that.
Juvenile)- I love that cash money symbol on my chest. Bitches Ask Till Hes Drenched In Bath. At the trap house doin' the shmoney dance like Bobby (Shmurda). All that cha shoin' with them hoes be gettin my name bent. It turned me to a savage and I put that on cash. I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (racks). She like, "Boy, you unforgettable". Whatever I want, I take it (yeah).
My lil' boy wear Rolex, my daughter wear a diamond anklet. Got racks in the Goyard luggage (yeah). Im Gettin So Sick And Tired Of Haters And Liars Tryin To Be Known In My World (World). Skinnys and all that kinda sh*t see what I'm sayin'. Playin' with them bands, haha.
Ballin' on these f*ck niggas, don't make sense (yeah) (uh-uh).