Ay, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, what happened, ayy

Four years later they still sleepin' on me (sleepin' on me)
And I ain't gotta get the strap 'cause I keep it on me
It's crazy how I got a big dick without a dick, uh
It's Young M.A. don't ever let that name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon, I send my goonies to your crib and you can die inside your livin' room
If gettin' money mean you dumb then fuck it I been a fool
And I ain't just go and get the food I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside some pussy than do this interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me since like middle school
Break up with a bitch by next week I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
Just because I put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries with a foreign chick, foreign whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreign shit
Niggas wildin' out in Paris, Colt you recordin' this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, Rem handle the important shit
It's funny how haters throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it, nah
Uh, clear the way make room please excuse
That's a real nigga walkin' in

Ooh
Huh, it's M.A bitch
You got somethin' on your mind then say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a playpen
In other words we don't play that shit (we don't play that)
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that shit (better play that)
Hoes love me, them niggas hate that shit (hate that)
They be like ooh, I hate that bitch
Ouu but ain't they broke, and ain't I rich

Uh, ouu, ouu shake 'em off (shake 'em off)
Niggas wasn't on their job, had to lay 'em off (had to lay 'em off)
Her nigga wasn't on his job, had to break her off (had to break her off)
Three words for these hoes, take it off (take it off)
Ouu, drop panties (drop panties) no hands please (no hands please)
She don't need plan B's (don't need plan B's)
She pop' xannies (she pop' xannies) like it's candy (like it's candy)
That's why she antsy (that's why she antsy)
But she nasty (but she nasty)
And I'm a thoroughbred nigga with a attitude (with a attitude)
It's Young M.A, make sure that M and A is capital (M and A is capital)
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' like they some tappin' shoes
It was either get rich or die, I had to choose (I had to choose)
Get Rich or Die Tryin', Curtis Jackson move (Curtis Jackson move)
Bipolar, can't control her, keep a tool with me
Strapped across my shoulder 'cause my mind is like a bag of screws (bag of screws)

Huh, it's M.A bitch (M.A bitch)
Uh, you got somethin' on your mind then say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a playpen (kingpins, not a playpen)
In other words we don't play that shit (we don't play that)
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that shit (play that)
Hoes love me man, them niggas hate that shit (them niggas hate that)
They be like ouu, I hate that bitch (I hate that bitch)
Ouu, but ain't they broke, and ain't I rich (ain't I rich)

Flex, ouu Hercules (Hercules)
In this motherfuckin' booth leavin' third degrees (third degrees)
Cookin' crack up in that stew I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the driver um, curtains please
Rich and filthy still rock silky red rose certainly (uh huh)
Black and blue, that gray one too, just copped that burgundy
I swear I try to change my ways but it ain't work for me (no)
Fuck a bitch 'cause currently, my mood is currency (my mood is currency)
Yes, and I'm, sippin' Hennessy, make sure it's privilege please
I'm countin' up, she said 'How much?' I said infinity
If I don't come for you then do not send for me
'Cause I will pop this brand new Glock and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big pimpin' spendin' G's
What I look like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't did shit for me
Can't be in my vicinity without abilities
All you haters hold my nuts and suck my dignity
Sheesh

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Writer(s): Katorah Kasanova Marrero