Lyrics
Yeah
Uh huh huh
Uh huh huh
Yeah uh yeah
Wake up and count up a mean bag
Sit on the check like a bean bag
She trying to find where Celine at
I'm trying to see where the cheese at
Don't even try to play round' with young Nerd lil' boy
I know you ain't mean that
Gave her the time of the day
Now I got the bitch trying to feel where my jeans at
Yeah, yeah
You know not to play with them boys
Yeah yeah, you know not to play with them boys
You know not to play with them boys
Pick up the check, then hit the back of her neck
She ain't even playing no more
Spend it again
Bet you I'll get it again
Get it again and again
Push up the Benz
Rip up the side of the rims, I want the tires to spin
She want a band
Told her to get off her ass like bitch get the fuck out of here
Yes I'm the man
Yes I can cut off your hand
I got some rank in here
Lil' boy just keep trying to ride the wave
Just make sure that young Nerd gets paid for it, yeah
I had to put her on pause, I had to tell her to wait for it, yeah
I hit the bitch with the block, I got to find a new lane for her
I pour a four in a Voss, I sip it all, ain't got no pain for it
Geek up and go to the moon boy
Play with young nerd and you doomed boy
We like to pick up them tools boy
Fuck around fix up your mood boy
I get off the drank and get back in my zone
I get back inside of my groove boy
Wake up and get you some loot boy
Wake up I get to the blues boy
Wake up and count up a mean bag
Sit on the check like a bean bag
She trying to find where Celine at
I'm trying to see where the cheese at
Don't even try to play round' with young Nerd lil' boy
I know you ain't mean that
Gave her the time of the day
Now I got the bitch trying to feel where my jeans at