Just Like Me

Ooh, yeah (MIA JAY C)

Aw-yeah, ay (I hear you, JAY C)

Carry on with them, you feel me?

Yeah, all these niggas wan' be just like me (like me)

Fuck hos, get money, yeah, that's all that I need

My bitch real bad, pop Percs, sip lean

She put all my chains on, now she feelin' like me (yeah)

If we ain't finna fuck, I'm finna hang up

Baby, bend it over, yeah, I know it taste good

My bitch pretty in the face, no makeup

Chase money, baby, I can't chase ya

Huh, another 50 thousand here, another 50 there

I hate goin' out in public, everybody starin'

I put all of my bitches up in Amiri

I swear to God, I hate niggas, this shit gettin' weird

I see the flyest young nigga when I look in the mirror

If you sayin' fuck shit, then fuck you

Say he gave the drop to the opps, don't trust him

Hos ain't shit, brodie, please don't love 'em

Yeah, I ain't trippin' off no bitch, it is what it is

All these hos want is money and Birkin

I got way too much money to be hurtin'

They like, "Beezy, don't crash out, it ain't worth it"

But I think it is

Shit, if I had some, I'd put it on my kids

I think these niggas mad, I up 40 on my wrist

But that ain't shit, Rafael workin' on my kit

More than a hunnid thousand

In they hood, niggas nowhere to be found

Bad bitch got a BBL, baby, can you bounce it?

Huh, I see the realest nigga when I look up in the mirror

My shooter get the job done, get up outta there (skrrt)

Yeah, all these niggas wan' be just like me

Fuck hos, get money, yeah, that's all that I need

My bitch real bad, pop Percs, sip lean

She put all my chains on, now she feelin' like me (yeah)

If we ain't finna fuck, I'm finna hang up

Baby, bend it over, yeah, I know it taste good

My bitch pretty in the face, no makeup

Chase money, baby, I can't chase ya

Yeah, yeah, yeah

This shit ain't on me, it's in me

Fuck your camp, nigga, Beezy