The Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Big pimping, spending cheese Spent my last dollar on some fucking Mickey D's Tryna' eat while writing out some quick sixteens Tryna' turn this heat to some fucking MP3s I been bumping (Aye) Pull up to the function Get it popping like what's in my cuzzo trunk And leave your mom Weezy like that nigga with the Trukfit Ah shit Niggas want a war let's get it started Only for the commas, only for the dollars Regardless, I'm gon' spit this game like a cartridge Who garbage? Just stop it, you wilding or childish The flyest will not be touched by those at the bottom Need some red bottoms cause I been dancing with the devil So I always knew that I would be the hottest Always been the hardest, high like a rocket Can't top it Cooking like I'm Harden Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah For the team, balling for the team Balling real hard like I'm tryna' make the team You know in the hood we only got 3 dreams Tryna' make the league, tryna' MC or tryna' not be behind bars or dead at 23 I got plenty schemes, never lease Want my name beside the X by any means Hustle in my genes, pockets mad fat, need mad racks in my jeans Bum bitches who ass fat tryna' pull a Billie Jean I just pulled up to the scene with a fat j and some tracks (Aye) To turn out this fucking party, heard it from the basement to the hallway Did this shit the hardway, New York in here like Hardaway Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Big pimping, spending cheese Spent my last dollar on some fucking Mickey D's Tryna' eat while writing out some quick sixteens Tryna' turn this heat to some fucking MP3s Just bounce bitch