Quickie Songtext
von YGTUT
Quickie Songtext
Ayy, comin′ with a whole lot of game in the bank
Gold with the diamonds and the chain
Lil' kids think I′m the man
Come through, everybody sayin' (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep it player with the hoes
I created with the flows, I created with the clothes
Lookin' at you lady she chose
Lil′ dude actin′ all swole (Uh-huh)
Numbers and D's in the spot
Tell ′em roll out the red carpet
Smokin' on mmm-mmm, feelin′ like Prince Hakeem (Uh-huh)
I ain't chasin′ a thing if it ain't 'bout no green (Uh-huh)
Cut my side chick, shawty really asked me to buy her a wig (Uh-huh)
Baby, you ain′t even gotta front
Where you even learn how to stunt?
I just wanna get you in the truck
I want you for lunch (Uh-huh)
Money on mmm-mmm, bankroll sittin′ on extra (Uh-huh)
Smokin' that mmm-mmm, backwood full of that pressure
She like the way that I be talkin′ what I talk (Talkin' what I talk)
She like the way that I be stylin′ on
These niggas (Stylin' on these niggas)
She like the way I just don′t give a
Motherfuck (I just don't give a fuck)
She like the way that I be makin' all this money (Makin′ all this)
She like the way (She like the way)
She like the way (She like the way)
She like the way that I be stylin′ on
These niggas (Stylin' on these niggas)
She like the way I just don′t give a
Motherfuck (I just don't give a fuck)
She like the way that I be makin′ all this money
Ayy, what it do? What it is? What it be?
Can you do it like a top-notch freak?
When I'm done, can I pass you the CP
Like I′m 'bout to do this beat? (Uh-huh)
Do it like a top-notch freak
Baby, just roll this weed (Uh-huh)
Everything all on me
You can even stay for the week (Uh-huh)
Promise you one thing that I am nothin'
Like them other niggas that you used to
I am a whole damn experience
Like a BET appearance
She callin′ me daddy and I ain′t a parent
Said that lil' girl, no way I′ll be with you in spirit
Ayy, numbers and D's in the spot
Tell ′em roll out the red carpet
Smokin' on mmm-mmm, feelin′ like Prince Hakeem
I ain't chasin' a thing if it ain′t ′bout no green
Cut my side chick, shawty really asked me to buy her a wig
She like the way that I be talkin' what I talk (Talkin′ what I talk)
She like the way that I be stylin' on
These niggas (Stylin′ on these niggas)
She like the way I just don't give a
Motherfuck (I just don′t give a fuck)
She like the way that I be makin' all this money (Makin' all this)
She like the way (She like the way)
She like the way (She like the way)
She like the way that I be stylin′ on
These niggas (Stylin′ on these niggas)
She like the way I just don't give a
Motherfuck (I just don′t give a fuck)
She like the way that I be makin' all this money
Yo, answer the phone, man, I′m tryna get in the booth, cuz
Real shit, I been workin' on that heat, man
Let me know what you think about this
Let me— alright, hold on, hold on
Yeah, I said a bitch ain′t gettin'
Nothin' from me but a Kool-Aid jammer
She want me to tape the condom off so I can buy some Pampers
She want me to— well, I ain′t wrote nothin′ else after that
But yeah, that shit hot, cuz, I'm tellin′ you
I'm finna get in the booth with you
We finna take over the world, nigga
This next Tut tape finna be it, pimp
Call me back
Gold with the diamonds and the chain
Lil' kids think I′m the man
Come through, everybody sayin' (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep it player with the hoes
I created with the flows, I created with the clothes
Lookin' at you lady she chose
Lil′ dude actin′ all swole (Uh-huh)
Numbers and D's in the spot
Tell ′em roll out the red carpet
Smokin' on mmm-mmm, feelin′ like Prince Hakeem (Uh-huh)
I ain't chasin′ a thing if it ain't 'bout no green (Uh-huh)
Cut my side chick, shawty really asked me to buy her a wig (Uh-huh)
Baby, you ain′t even gotta front
Where you even learn how to stunt?
I just wanna get you in the truck
I want you for lunch (Uh-huh)
Money on mmm-mmm, bankroll sittin′ on extra (Uh-huh)
Smokin' that mmm-mmm, backwood full of that pressure
She like the way that I be talkin′ what I talk (Talkin' what I talk)
She like the way that I be stylin′ on
These niggas (Stylin' on these niggas)
She like the way I just don′t give a
Motherfuck (I just don't give a fuck)
She like the way that I be makin' all this money (Makin′ all this)
She like the way (She like the way)
She like the way (She like the way)
She like the way that I be stylin′ on
These niggas (Stylin' on these niggas)
She like the way I just don′t give a
Motherfuck (I just don't give a fuck)
She like the way that I be makin′ all this money
Ayy, what it do? What it is? What it be?
Can you do it like a top-notch freak?
When I'm done, can I pass you the CP
Like I′m 'bout to do this beat? (Uh-huh)
Do it like a top-notch freak
Baby, just roll this weed (Uh-huh)
Everything all on me
You can even stay for the week (Uh-huh)
Promise you one thing that I am nothin'
Like them other niggas that you used to
I am a whole damn experience
Like a BET appearance
She callin′ me daddy and I ain′t a parent
Said that lil' girl, no way I′ll be with you in spirit
Ayy, numbers and D's in the spot
Tell ′em roll out the red carpet
Smokin' on mmm-mmm, feelin′ like Prince Hakeem
I ain't chasin' a thing if it ain′t ′bout no green
Cut my side chick, shawty really asked me to buy her a wig
She like the way that I be talkin' what I talk (Talkin′ what I talk)
She like the way that I be stylin' on
These niggas (Stylin′ on these niggas)
She like the way I just don't give a
Motherfuck (I just don′t give a fuck)
She like the way that I be makin' all this money (Makin' all this)
She like the way (She like the way)
She like the way (She like the way)
She like the way that I be stylin′ on
These niggas (Stylin′ on these niggas)
She like the way I just don't give a
Motherfuck (I just don′t give a fuck)
She like the way that I be makin' all this money
Yo, answer the phone, man, I′m tryna get in the booth, cuz
Real shit, I been workin' on that heat, man
Let me know what you think about this
Let me— alright, hold on, hold on
Yeah, I said a bitch ain′t gettin'
Nothin' from me but a Kool-Aid jammer
She want me to tape the condom off so I can buy some Pampers
She want me to— well, I ain′t wrote nothin′ else after that
But yeah, that shit hot, cuz, I'm tellin′ you
I'm finna get in the booth with you
We finna take over the world, nigga
This next Tut tape finna be it, pimp
Call me back
Writer(s): Kevin Adams, White Jared, Chris Paul Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

