Mmmmm
It's Jaipe
Mmmmm
Drop it girl
Drop it like a dime
With them pretty ass curls, girl you know you fine
Got you dolled up good, like to call you mine
But them lame ass niggas tryna claim and lie
I've been in the field
Hold the record time for it
Try me once
Break em off like Pat or Fitz
Play my song
Know you like the sound of it
And I don't say this often but the glove don't have to fit
Imma go after it
I ain't no average jit
All iced out
I ain't even need Elliot
Trashed all out the crib
Stashing cash
And I ain't even gon lie, this that after taxes shit
Prove what doubters did
Show up get ya bread
All this time, to go back what ya started with
That's why I'm hardly rich
But I'm popping bottles bitch
Flipping a brick
And watch me sling it like Michael Vick
She tried to play a nigga and fool me but I ain't say that
She ain't playing by the rules
So I had to play back
The cruelest thing that you could do
My dollars had to stay fat
My momma told me don't buy no Jewels
Don't ever get no Maybach
I always thought that maybe a boo was the way to stay laxed
I had to go on back to school just to say I did that
But now I'm making momma commas so ain't no need to stay strapped
And ain't nobody else around me
So when I spend it's big racks
And I don't feel I've done enough to prove that I can say that
I had and go and get my weight up
Ate a couple Big Macs
Stay steady swinging with the combos
Like I work for Shake Shack
The way she dissed me
You would've thought it hurt for her to say that
Ooh she taking shots
Yeah yeah
With only two left on the clock
Yeah
I'm asking shawty for some top
She asking"Jaipe when you finna go and drop?"
But that's a lot
I'm always looking out for opps
And I ain't really with the talk
They say"Jaipe when you finna go and drop?"
Yeah
Yeahhh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah