Yeah Yeah Yeah

We gettin this paper just me and my n****s
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
We stacking it up til we hit seven figures
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
And right after that get our mommas a crib
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
And pull up on haters like look what we did
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
She wanted a necklace got her a medallion (yeah)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I might move to Houston for Megan thee stallion (yeah)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
They talking bout oh so you feeling yo self
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I asked for no hand outs, I did it myself
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Im gettin this money whatever it takes
(whatever it takes)
I promised my momma to get her a place
(Yeah, I’d get her a place)
She want one in Georgia or maybe LA
(Aye, Aye, Maybe LA)
Have one out the country, have two in the states
(Woo, Woo, two in the states)
Im telling the critics get out of my face
(Get out of my face)
They hoping I fail, they praying I break
(Yeah, praying I break)
Im out of this world, I’m in outer space
(Aye, in outer space, Alien)
Ahead of my class like Emoni Bates
(Woo, Woo, Emoni Bates)
Im doing my thang just focused on me now
They told me they didn’t have room at the table
I bet you they got me a seat now
And shawty would clown, she never would call me
But now she gone hit me on speed dial
I used to be starving, so when chasing money
I gotta be running like Zeke now
Stay flat on my feet now
We gettin this paper just me and my n****s
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
We stacking it up til we hit seven figures
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
And right after that get our mommas a crib
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
And pull up on haters like look what we did
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
She wanted a necklace got her a medallion (yeah)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I might move to Houston for Megan thee stallion (yeah)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
They talking bout oh so you feeling yo self
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I asked for no hand outs, I did it myself
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Im making these plays like Patrick Mahomes (Yeah, Yeah)
Im all in my zone (Yeah)
She tryna come through at three in the mone (Yeah, Yeah)
Stop calling my phone (Yeah)
She hitting me up like boy what you on? (Boy what you on?)
Im writing a song (Writing a song)
I play her the hook, she liking the hook
Im Karl Malone
They telling me that I prolly won’t last (Woo)
I don’t stand a chance (Nah, Nah)
Im all in my bag, im talking that cash
Im doing my dance (Yeah, Yeah)
She telling her friends she knows who I am
She know what it is
If shawty a ten, im shooting my shot (Shoot, Shoot)
And I never miss (Cash)
I started from the bottom, yeah im such a problem
We are not the same, im in a separate column
All they do is talk, and look how far it got em
Baby what a lesson, something that I taught em
Im just tryna get this paper
Say goodbye to a hater
Im too fly for you players
I belong with the majors aye
We gettin this paper just me and my n****s
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
We stacking it up til we hit seven figures
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
And right after that get our mommas a crib
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
And pull up on haters like look what we did
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
She wanted a necklace got her a medallion (yeah)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I might move to Houston for Megan thee stallion (yeah)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
They talking bout oh so you feeling yo self
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I asked for no hand outs, I did it myself
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah