作词 : Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Justus Stackhouse
作曲 : Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Justus Stackhouse
[Intro]
Yeah, uh
That ain't the baby, that's my baby
I'ma let the beat build on this one
Get that baby off the street
Man, **** all these niggas hatin' on me
Yesterday, I ****ed a waitress
I came outside with my plate, she was waitin' on me
*****
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
Yeah, man, **** all these niggas hatin' on me (Yeah)
Yesterday, I ****ed a waitress
I came outside with my plate, she was waitin' on me (Let's go)
And y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit
She be tellin' me to smile when she ridе my ****
Young nigga goin', keep beggin' for a hit
He be sayin' "Don't arguе, big bruh, put some paper on it"
[Verse 1]
Niggas worryin' 'bout who greater
These niggas barely be makin' a play-in
I'm in the playoffs, I brought ya' bae in
Hoe-ass niggas goin' out like the Lakers, haters
Hatin' nigga keep lookin', rookie
I'm pullin' up like Booker, *****
Put that shit on my back like a throwback
Play with me 'cause I rap, get a toe tag
Yeah, nigga, I'm havin' more racks
This shit on the floor like a doormat
Yeah, we gon' **** on the floor, she gon' throw back
Yeah, 'bout to pull out a wig, need some more tracks
What I payed for the crib, nigga, don't ask
Just know that I own it, nigga, Glock with a switch
Out with your *****, **** around with me, be ready
I'm tellin' you, I'm on it, nigga
[Chorus]
(It's Baby, they better be ready, I'm tellin' you)
Man, **** all these niggas hatin' on me (Yeah)
Yesterday, I ****ed the waitress
I came outside at my place, she was waitin' on me (Let's go)
And y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit, she be tellin' me to smile when she ride my ****
Young nigga goin'
He be sayin' "Don't argue, big bro, put some paper on me
[Verse 2]
Y'all niggas better be ready for me
You ain't gotta be scared, just be ready
DMX done played in Belly
I got that heat out, I go home Armageddon
I ain't too rich to eat leftovers
Just told my B-M to heat up a plate of spaghetti
I tried to back up the Maybach
But it was too close to the Lambo', the shit didn't let me
I got my fire in my right pocket
I got my rod in my left pocket
I'm not no boy, I'm gon' step harder
Beat yo' lil' ass like yo' stepfather
I'm on the road, *****, I'm way better
I **** the same hoes as Floyd Mayweather
I hop on the road and go make cheddar
She ate my pole 'cause I taste better
Like, mm-hmm, like mm-hmm, like mm-hmm
[Chorus]
Yeah, man, **** all these niggas hatin' on me (Yeah)
Yesterday, I ****ed a waitress
I came outside with my plate, she was waitin' on me (Let's go)
And y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit
She be tellin' me to smile when she ride my ****
Young nigga goin', keep beggin' for a hit
He be sayin' "Don't argue, big bruh, put some paper on it"
[Outro]
*****, huh
**** all these niggas hatin' on me
Go