Yes, Yes, Y'all

I'm gettin money out these six mo' thangs

I run circles around foes and cross 'em out like tic-tac-toe

Money money money gotta get that dough

I'm a Northside rider, pimp-slappin these biters

Fall into the club and bitches eyes get wider

I like the way she look up in that liberty skirt

But 95% of the shit is brainwork

I might buy a couple of drinks, and shoot at her drawers

If she ain't talkin 'bout fuckin I'mma get on dawg

Now gimme five or six chickens I'mma flip those birds

Cook it up in momma kitchen, let me get folks serve

If a nigga catch me slippin I'mma get that nerd

Can't let you get away with that, that shit don't work

I wear a white t-shirt, white sneakers and hat

Somethin cool on my wrist, a nice piece to match

Hoppin out of somethin foreign like the beast I snatch

I don't do a lot of fashion papi, I'm just Brad

It's like that y'all (that y'all) this y'all (this y'all)

I like a skinny bitch, I like the big broad

It's like this y'all (this y'all) that y'all (that y'all)

I like to stand and hit it from the back y'all

I ain't the cutest nigga rappin but I still got hoes

Snatch the baddest piece up in this bitch with one eye closed

R. Kelly that's my nigga so I like girls young

18 or 23, black and white, girls cum

Little Richard like the singer, Dick for short but Bill

Short mon from Jamaica, Brooklyn the real

5th Ward my second home, now I'm back to strike

Rap-A-Lot, street music, Geto Boys for life

I keep it real with it, to the hill with it

You gotta deal with it, cause you can still get it

And every morning when I get up I know shit don't change

I'm gettin money out these six mo' thangs

I keep it real with it, to the hill with it

You gotta deal with it, cause you can still get it

And every morning when I get up I know shit don't change

I'm gettin money out these six mo' thangs

Come on

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