WHY? (feat. Money B)

Yeah Yeah! Yeah, Aye Aye, Aye, Aye! Niggas talking to us Man, We like, "why, why, why?" Pull up on 'em! Pull up on 'em! On the side, side, side Coupe is suicidal Guess its time to die, die, die? Aye, aye, aye, aye! Niggas talking to us Man, We like, "why, why, why?" Pull up on 'em! Pull up on 'em! On the side, side, side Coupe is suicidal Guess its time to die, die, die Aye! Aye! Drip or drown, with the wave! Pull up on you, In a wave! (Wave!) Niggas talking, but they cray' (Cray'!) Guess its time to die today (Today!) Coupe is going so high (High!) Suicidal with the doors (Doors) Bitches wanna' really talk? (Talk!) Kick them out the front door! (Okay!) Yeah! Y'all ain't fucking? It's time to get out the crib! Trying to smoke up all the weed? Bitch you'll never get a sip (Sip!) Bitch, you ain't trying to f*ck, so why you all up in the spot? Throw they ass out the spot, even if they assed out! I can't f*ck with none of these bitches Because these bitches filled with lies Told them niggas we gone drip or drown If even if we got to die! We can't never talk to niggas Because niggas ain't in the right! Aye! Guess it's really time for them niggas to die, die, die Niggas talking to us Man, We like, "why, why, why?" Pull up on 'em! Pull up on 'em! On the side, side, side Coupe is suicidal Guess it's time to die, die, die? Aye! (Aye!) Aye! Niggas talking to us Man, We like, "why, why, why?" Pull up on 'em! Pull up on 'em! On the side, side, side Coupe is suicidal Guess its time to die, die, die (Yeah, Yea!) (MB!) Doors flying high! Guess it's time for them to die, die, die Yeah, Yeah! Yeah, I can't hang with none of you niggas and bitches They all know why! They switch up, they don't even try Young MB, don't switch up! He one of a kind I only chase racks, Got this cash on my mind I say, I can't talk if it ain't 'bout no dime! No cash? (Cash!) Wake up time to grind! (Grind!) Got my weight up time to shine! (Shine) Niggas be cap, really be wasting your time Don't stop at the gas station, I don't stop at stop signs I'm geeking off gas I could swear I was flying (Flying!) These bitches be lying, they dying! (They dying) Niggas be babies, they whining and crying! (Whoa) Chasing these racks, I can never stop trying I'm trying get rich and then I'm done! (I'm done!) In the fast line, on the e-way The cop pulled me over, I'm flying! I'm serving these packs, dodging signs! I can't see the money? Then shit, I'm blind! She might need a dime, I can't cuff her she too fine! In I'm in a fast thing, catch a ride! Hitting the crib? This thing swerving from side to side! Yeah! Niggas suicidal? Guess it's time to die, die, die? Shining like the sun, these diamonds real bright, bright, bright! Yeah! Niggas talking to us Man, We like, "why, why, why?" Pull up on 'em! Pull up on 'em! On the side, side, side Coupe is suicidal Guess it's time to die, die, die? Bullets flying high, high, high! (Diamonds shining on us bright!) Niggas talking to us Man, We like, "why, why, why?" Diamonds shining on us Man, these hoes bright, bright, bright! Aye, Yea, Yeah!