作词 : Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Demario White/Robert Labraunte Gullatt

作曲 : Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Demario White/Robert Labraunte Gullatt

[Intro]

Tay Keith, **** these niggas up

[Chorus]

See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')

I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'

First they want smoke (Ooh), now they just playin'

Nigga real hoes, you know what I'm sayin'? (That what I'm sayin')

See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')

I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'

Tryna **** me soon as I land (Uh)

Turn her out, she rep' my bread (Woah)

[Verse 1]

Four bitches can fit in the Phantom

I be with Baby when I'm in Atlanta

Since I got money, they callin' me handsome

I fell in love with this girl, she a dancer (Uh, who?)

I think her name was Brianna (Ow)

I get mad at the hoe, blocked her number

Head was trash, so I had to dump her (Dump her)

Left hеr assed out like Maddona (Go)

Get it in by thе load, break it down, sell it whole

Either way, I'm doin' numbers (Real shit)

Twenty Ms to the good, I need some more

Tryna bust the clock for a hunna (Ms)

Smashin' this nasty lil' bitch

I hit from the back, pullin' her frontal

Every day, I can give it, I'm really too humble

**** it, I'm shirt and top off for the summer (Gave it)

I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin' (Visual)

Hoppin' off the jet with them bands (Typical)

Load up the Drac', leave a man critical

Glock with a switch in your hand, finish 'em

I know a bitch got more money than her baby dad, nigga just sad, pitiful

I know a clique that got more rappers than steppers

One gon' shoot some (Maybe), out of ten of 'em

[Chorus]

See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')

I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'

First they want smoke (Ooh), now they just playin'

Nigga real hoes, you know what I'm sayin'? (That what I'm sayin')

See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')

I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'

Tryna **** me soon as I land (Uh)

Turn her out, she rep' my bread (Go)

[Verse 2]

What should I go get next? (Hm)

Paint job wet on a new blue 'Vette?

Cup full of purple, I **** with the set

Count pink fifties on the all-black jet

Orange Hellcat when I wanna stay in [?] (Yup)

Red-black Rolls when I wanna kick back

Five rings on, never got a handout

Snuck Percs on the plane in a pack of Tic-Tacs (I skated)

One thing about dude, he gon' give it and his bag too deep

Put this shit together like Chinese letters

Sauce on the Wock' up, ooh-wee

Know she get around, she think I'm green

Talkin' 'bout she fallin' too deep

Your time has expired, fourteen days

Bitch (What?), your gang too weak

Why they feel like they can play with you, Bagg?

Niggas want smoke 'til the fire on they ass (Ah)

Tell 'em pop out with they foot up they ass

Once I get back, I'm more mad than sad

Talk your ass off (Speak)

Ain't no nigga done when they say when they facin' me (Never)

Or see me and get little, run a four flat

Takin' off like they racin' me (Pyoom, gone)

[Chorus]

See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')

I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'

First they want smoke (Ooh), now they just playin'

Nigga real hoes, you know what I'm sayin'? (That what I'm sayin')

See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')

I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'

Tryna **** me soon as I land (Uh)

Turn her out, she rep' my bread (Woah)