Dam Well

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo] Got lames want to be killers Hoes want to be wise Niggas say he fucking with me I'm the hottest nigga around this motherfucker You could bet the bet the paint Niggas say they hundred Niggas say they real Bitches fake want to marry me but they can't Say you getting money say you like to stunt Smoke regular but say it's loud in your blunt [Verse1: MoneyBagg Yo] I'm the one that stayed down when a nigga didn't Fuck you mad at me for I just had to boss up then I made the move homie like the lease up Been served the streets this the re-up If I'm the dope then I'm A1 Hustle took a nigga around Akon These niggas pussy where your tampon Damn well you ain't , Acting like you killer Talking like you gone spray some Swear to God for the love of me I have them goonies in the hoodie like Trayvon Kicking shit with an innocent acting bitch knowing damn well she gone fuck some And we ain't gone make it no more than that Cause no hoe I ain't the come up Niggas try to make anything sound real No that ain't how I come up Bitches out here doing anything for a pill Yeah like to get drugged up HD diamonds and they flawless just like a nigga mane bitch And she been tripping lately Told her the toilet need me I'm the shit [Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo] Got lames want to be killers Hoes want to be wise Niggas say he fucking with me I'm the hottest nigga around this motherfucker You could bet the bet the paint Niggas say they hundred Niggas say they real Bitches fake want to marry me but they can't Say you getting money say you like to stunt Smoke regular but say it's loud in your blunt [Verse2: MoneyBagg Yo] What's all the hating about What's the commotion You can't be mad cause a young nigga focused I be to myself cause they be on some more shit On some one hundred shit mane them niggas there bogus I'm Stephen Curry ain't a nigga that can hold me Cuban link and Roley call them dope boy trophies They was sleep I woke them up like Folgers You can have that bitch mane I just needed some closure I just fucked off some bands on my close ones Going everywhere where they said I couldn't go in Like a stop sign mane I'm in your hood posted This the yellow and purp mane I'm sipping that Kobe In the kitchen mane I got more whips than Toby Got old bread I'm surprised it ain't molded Everybody real knowing damn well they ain't Streets the wrong place to look for love Yeah you stunting hard Yeah you sipping mud Knowing damn well boy you owe the plug Want to try to do the same shit I'm doing Knowing damn well you ain't got the cook up Weed, lean, pills, name the product Master P nem, I got the hook up [Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo] Got lames want to be killers Hoes want to be wise Niggas say he fucking with me I'm the hottest nigga around this motherfucker You could bet the bet the paint Niggas say they hundred Niggas say they real Bitches fake want to marry me but they can't Say you getting money say you like to stunt Smoke regular but say it's loud in your blunt