[Intro: Yung Booke]
Okay, okay, okay
Uh
Bitch, you gon' learn today
[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Got bad hoes wanna chill (Oh now)
Count money just for the thrill (Oh now)
I'm for real (Oh now)
You want a real nigga? Right here (Oh now)
Okay, okay, okay
Bitch, you gon' learn today
Okay, okay, okay
Bitch, you gon' learn today
[Verse 1: Yung Booke]
I came from being busted and dirty
Now my Rollie cost about thirty
Your ho all ratchet and thirsty
I'm geeked up, don't know what I'm workin'
Get hippy, I won't hesitate to let my pistol fly
I had a ménage with twins and I'm a gemini
Huh? But that ain't got shit to do with this though
But I'm six-oh, I get dough, sippin' color purple [?]
Murciélago, pull up inside your booth, two off in your car door
Trappin' in style, we servin' them birds and pounds out the condo
Oh now, the fuck you sayin'? Free my mans out the jam
And I'm cool as a fan, my kicks cost a grand, your bitch is a Stan
[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Got bad hoes wanna chill (Oh now)
Count money just for the thrill (Oh now)
I'm for real (Oh now)
You want a real nigga? Right here (Oh now)
Okay, okay, okay
Bitch, you gon' learn today
Okay, okay, okay
Bitch, you gon' learn today
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I don't ever wanna stop
I don't ever wanna stop, I don't ever wanna stop lovin' you
I don't ever wanna stop
I don't ever wanna stop, no, I don't ever wanna stop fuckin' you
You can have my kids for real
Lookin' like, no synonym, I like my bitch brown like Timbs', for real
Asian, black any colors, long as they fuckin' each other
She sweet, you know we take over
Nigga might fuck on her mother
I catch you down binnad, I'm takin' your [?], I'm not givin' it back
He don't even try to act gangster, he know that he never been with that (No way)
Pull up on niggas in Mazis', Longway behind me in Audis
Nigga, that's a panoramic roof
Blow in that pussy like cartridges
[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Got bad hoes wanna chill (Oh now)
Count money just for the thrill (Oh now)
I'm for real (Oh now)
You want a real nigga? Right here (Oh now)
Okay, okay, okay
Bitch, you gon' learn today
Okay, okay, okay
Bitch, you gon' learn today
[Verse 3: Yung Booke]
Bitch, you ain't even all that
You just hidin' your ass fat
Bet you can't even throw that ass back
You probably lead the league in chasin' sacks
[?] the president ain't black
And the tint ain't black, I can see you in that
Woah now, cash you up like Texaco
Hey, nigga, need to shoot yourself like Plaxico
You ain't got no muscle, what you flexin' for?
I make movies just like Russell Crowe
Know I'm Rambo, I got two guns
Ho [?] out like a coupon
[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Got bad hoes wanna chill (Oh now)
Count money just for the thrill (Oh now)
I'm for real (Oh now)
You want a real nigga? Right here (Oh now)
Okay, okay, okay
Bitch, you gon' learn today
Okay, okay, okay
Bitch, you gon' learn today
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