Letras
Don't call me your baby inside of this celly
For I go put one inside of your belly
Take us a picture and post on the gram
They love us together Ashanti and Nelly
You got a nigga but why do you tell me
Knowing you want me ya body is ready
Kiss on ya lick on ya
Murda in mind YN dub melly
Walk in the spot stampede
What's on ya neck vancleef
Shorty is saying is not bout the bread but boy
Do this bread come in handy
I hit it raw can't leave
What's plan A plan B
Girl for ya love you want it all don't fight over scrap Bambi
Not who them ones got me out to be
My loved ones mean a lot to me
Yes I charge cause Im hot to me
Can't show up here without the fee
Im here now but throughout the week
Aint no telling where Im bout to be
They keep tabs when they watch the gram
But split tabs going out to eat
This shit crazy baby
Them boys hate on the daily baby
They claim spots thats taken baby
Cause here been locked like Jamaican babies
Shit crazy aint it
Stampede
What's on ya neck vancleef
Shorty is saying is not bout the bread but boy
Do this bread come in handy
I hit it raw can't leave
What's plan A plan B
Girl for ya love you want it all don't fight over scrap Bambi
I can't leave no no no
I can't leave no no no
I can't leave no no no
I can't leave no no no
I was broke had no job they aint cut slack they aint the love the boy
Now they working overtime for me make em stand in line like corduroys
Like the ones with the big body love yams like a Florida boy
Met her as a city girl she threw the towel in water boy
Like damn nigga, I think I can nigga
If she don't listen then I switch my plans with her
How the fuck niggaz life hard when they post up
And just sit on the gram
Life threw me lemons to I made me a lemonade stand