Certified

I'm a certified A-town nigga, trap original

Did it analog, 'fore this shit was even digital

Big box Chevy, tinted windows riding sellin' work (selling work)

Never tell I rather go to heaven

I'm a felon, yeah, I know, pray a bean at the end be the grand total

Low in the hood tryna duck po po

Her face, my lap, up and down slo-mo

And I'm on go

I'm in your town

I hit your club and call your ho

But ya way too old, and this ain't new

Respect my pimpin' you know how this go

Flip flop, diamonds on top of my watch I bet your bitch watch

When I'm hopping out of my drop

I'm a big shot, money falling out of my pocket

Talking big knots, 40, 50, 60, 70 thousand, yeah

Shawty like me 'cause I'm certified (certified)

See the thirst in her eyes (in her eyes)

Shawty like me 'cause I'm certified

Money seem to fall it go down when we come around

Okay we walk around town like big player

Out the parking lot make it fishtail

All I care about is my bankroll

I don't really care about his share

Okay cash out triple my real estate

And add to the money my kids'll make

I'm up in DC tryna pale all this shit

But still head on the swivel for the pistol play

Gotta big Glock 40 on the side of your noggin'

Get your shit popped ain't nobody talkin' while I'm talkin'

I'm a big shot, money falling out of my pocket

Naw now whats up with all that (yeah, yeah)

We pull up on you bet you finna haul ass (yeah, yeah)

A mystery why I never called back

Sorry she never saw that

Niggas be all on my dick because I'm with they bitch who be on my ball sack, yeah

Shawty like me 'cause I'm certified (I'm certified)

My Lamborghini fast enjoy the ride (enjoy the ride)

She getting high yelling "its a vibe" (it's a vibe)

As I pull off all her garments

Say she ain't never fucked a star (nah, never)

Girl I might fuck you in the car

Yeah, you remind me of my Jeep