作词 : Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Justus Stackhouse

作曲 : Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Justus Stackhouse

[Intro]

Yeah, uh

That ain't the baby, that's my baby

I'ma let the beat build on this one

Get that baby off the street

Man, **** all these niggas hatin' on me

Yesterday, I ****ed a waitress

I came outside with my plate, she was waitin' on me

*****

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]

Yeah, man, **** all these niggas hatin' on me (Yeah)

Yesterday, I ****ed a waitress

I came outside with my plate, she was waitin' on me (Let's go)

And y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit

She be tellin' me to smile when she ridе my ****

Young nigga goin', keep beggin' for a hit

He be sayin' "Don't arguе, big bruh, put some paper on it"

[Verse 1]

Niggas worryin' 'bout who greater

These niggas barely be makin' a play-in

I'm in the playoffs, I brought ya' bae in

Hoe-ass niggas goin' out like the Lakers, haters

Hatin' nigga keep lookin', rookie

I'm pullin' up like Booker, *****

Put that shit on my back like a throwback

Play with me 'cause I rap, get a toe tag

Yeah, nigga, I'm havin' more racks

This shit on the floor like a doormat

Yeah, we gon' **** on the floor, she gon' throw back

Yeah, 'bout to pull out a wig, need some more tracks

What I payed for the crib, nigga, don't ask

Just know that I own it, nigga, Glock with a switch

Out with your *****, **** around with me, be ready

I'm tellin' you, I'm on it, nigga

[Chorus]

(It's Baby, they better be ready, I'm tellin' you)

Man, **** all these niggas hatin' on me (Yeah)

Yesterday, I ****ed the waitress

I came outside at my place, she was waitin' on me (Let's go)

And y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit, she be tellin' me to smile when she ride my ****

Young nigga goin'

He be sayin' "Don't argue, big bro, put some paper on me

[Verse 2]

Y'all niggas better be ready for me

You ain't gotta be scared, just be ready

DMX done played in Belly

I got that heat out, I go home Armageddon

I ain't too rich to eat leftovers

Just told my B-M to heat up a plate of spaghetti

I tried to back up the Maybach

But it was too close to the Lambo', the shit didn't let me

I got my fire in my right pocket

I got my rod in my left pocket

I'm not no boy, I'm gon' step harder

Beat yo' lil' ass like yo' stepfather

I'm on the road, *****, I'm way better

I **** the same hoes as Floyd Mayweather

I hop on the road and go make cheddar

She ate my pole 'cause I taste better

Like, mm-hmm, like mm-hmm, like mm-hmm

[Chorus]

Yeah, man, **** all these niggas hatin' on me (Yeah)

Yesterday, I ****ed a waitress

I came outside with my plate, she was waitin' on me (Let's go)

And y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit

She be tellin' me to smile when she ride my ****

Young nigga goin', keep beggin' for a hit

He be sayin' "Don't argue, big bruh, put some paper on it"

[Outro]

*****, huh

**** all these niggas hatin' on me

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