Yea Songtext
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Yea Songtext
You got money in yo pocket my nigga, yep
You gone always keep that rocket my nigga, yep
You ain′t got no time to cock it my nigga, yep
You just pull it out and pop it my nigga, yep
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
You got that rocket don't you
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
Born and raised in the motherfucking south
Riding round 20 golds in my mouth
Timberlands on my feet, diesel denim in my seat
Widebody, Hellcat redeye SRT
It′s a beautiful off in the city
Everybody out hoes showing they big ole tit
Twelve Everywhere, yea the block in flames
Looking for witnesses, nobody giving names
Everybody looking, when I ride by,
Fire up the platinum cookies put it in the sky
I don't know these niggas, they don't know me either
And that′s the way I like it, I never wanna me et cha
Two twenty three all black with three bananas
Stay in a 4 door all black Panamera
Why get in some beef when I can get in a Porsche
Why get in my face it′s a really bad choice
You got money in yo pocket my nigga, yep
You gone always keep that rocket my nigga, yep
You ain't got no time to cock it my nigga, yep
You just pull it out and pop it my nigga, yep
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
You got that rocket don′t you
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
Another day another motherfucking dollar
Go after the money and watch these hoes follow
Oh you bout that life, yea I'm bout it too
You wanna be my wife, I just can′t say I do
Want me to drive you wild, like how I make you smile
Wanna have my child, wanna go driving for miles
You just might get yo wish, just might make you my bitch
That's just this bean talking, might be this lean talkin
Rolling like a motherfucker, just popped an x pill
Whatever she won′t do you know the next bitch will
Lamborghini truck, sitting on them thangs
Choppers in the back, don't make me make it rain
Representing Texas, the dirty dirty south
Home of the killers will put this 50in yo mouth
Nah I'm just playing, but I ain′t playing
You know what I′m saying, just might leave you laying
You got money in yo pocket my nigga, yep
You gone always keep that rocket my nigga, yep
You ain't got no time to cock it my nigga, yep
You just pull it out and pop it my nigga, yep
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
You got that rocket don′t you
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
You gone always keep that rocket my nigga, yep
You ain′t got no time to cock it my nigga, yep
You just pull it out and pop it my nigga, yep
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
You got that rocket don't you
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
Born and raised in the motherfucking south
Riding round 20 golds in my mouth
Timberlands on my feet, diesel denim in my seat
Widebody, Hellcat redeye SRT
It′s a beautiful off in the city
Everybody out hoes showing they big ole tit
Twelve Everywhere, yea the block in flames
Looking for witnesses, nobody giving names
Everybody looking, when I ride by,
Fire up the platinum cookies put it in the sky
I don't know these niggas, they don't know me either
And that′s the way I like it, I never wanna me et cha
Two twenty three all black with three bananas
Stay in a 4 door all black Panamera
Why get in some beef when I can get in a Porsche
Why get in my face it′s a really bad choice
You got money in yo pocket my nigga, yep
You gone always keep that rocket my nigga, yep
You ain't got no time to cock it my nigga, yep
You just pull it out and pop it my nigga, yep
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
You got that rocket don′t you
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
Another day another motherfucking dollar
Go after the money and watch these hoes follow
Oh you bout that life, yea I'm bout it too
You wanna be my wife, I just can′t say I do
Want me to drive you wild, like how I make you smile
Wanna have my child, wanna go driving for miles
You just might get yo wish, just might make you my bitch
That's just this bean talking, might be this lean talkin
Rolling like a motherfucker, just popped an x pill
Whatever she won′t do you know the next bitch will
Lamborghini truck, sitting on them thangs
Choppers in the back, don't make me make it rain
Representing Texas, the dirty dirty south
Home of the killers will put this 50in yo mouth
Nah I'm just playing, but I ain′t playing
You know what I′m saying, just might leave you laying
You got money in yo pocket my nigga, yep
You gone always keep that rocket my nigga, yep
You ain't got no time to cock it my nigga, yep
You just pull it out and pop it my nigga, yep
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
You got that rocket don′t you
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
Writer(s): Melvin Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
