"Gangsta Wit It" lyrics
Ziad on the track
Who gon' buck first?
No, it don't matter, it's 'bout who gon' get the up's first
And I got love, but baby girl, yeah, I'm a thug first
I love a check and I can't put no one above her
Me and you and all this bread, just be my lover
You a dime and I ain't seen nobody finer
Wanna bless you and take a trip to the Bahamas
Smile bright, girl, you remind me of your mama
Me and you said fuck the world, let's get these commas
She ain't ya average bitch, she really with the shits
She a little crazy, she tote .380, baby, on the hip
And I don't know what it is, but it turn me on
Bae, I fuck with you so much, I had to put it in a song
Ain't gon' lie, when I first met you, I'm just tryna get you home
I ain't really end up thinking we would ever get along
Till I see you run a bag and that's the day you got my heart
She gon' get it by the daily, that's what set these hoes apart
They don't really step on shit like you
No, they don't really bless no shit like you
Yeah, they might run up a check
But they ain't flex no shit like you
She stay a hundo, tell the truth
There ain't nothing we can't do
I said, "Bae, put ya all in me and I'ma put my trust in you"
And she so gangsta with it, yeah, she a thug
Remember I met you and you say you ain't had no love?
But you got love from me
And baby, I'm just so cool with that
If she take a L, she gon' flip it and get her moola back
So why you in her business, little nigga? What you gotta do with that?
You speaking on her name
I get you gone, no, I ain't cool with that
That's one up in the dome, that little nigga bust his medulla back
So watch for who you speak around, one call up, "Where my shooters at?"
Who gon' buck first?
No, it don't matter, it's 'bout who gon' get the up's first
And I got love, but baby girl, yeah, I'm a thug first
I love a check and I can't put no one above her
Me and you and all this bread, just be my lover
You a dime and I ain't seen nobody finer
Wanna bless you and take a trip to the Bahamas
Smile bright, girl, you remind me of your mama
Me and you said fuck the world, let's get these commas
Who gon' buck first?
No, it don't matter, it's 'bout who gon' get the up's first
And I got love, but baby girl, yeah, I'm a thug first
I love a check and I can't put no one above her
Me and you and all this bread, just be my lover
You a dime and I ain't seen nobody finer
Wanna bless you and take a trip to the Bahamas
Smile bright, girl, you remind me of your mama
Me and you said fuck the world, let's get these commas
She ain't ya average bitch, she really with the shits
She a little crazy, she tote .380, baby, on the hip
And I don't know what it is, but it turn me on
Bae, I fuck with you so much, I had to put it in a song
Ain't gon' lie, when I first met you, I'm just tryna get you home
I ain't really end up thinking we would ever get along
Till I see you run a bag and that's the day you got my heart
She gon' get it by the daily, that's what set these hoes apart
They don't really step on shit like you
No, they don't really bless no shit like you
Yeah, they might run up a check
But they ain't flex no shit like you
She stay a hundo, tell the truth
There ain't nothing we can't do
I said, "Bae, put ya all in me and I'ma put my trust in you"
And she so gangsta with it, yeah, she a thug
Remember I met you and you say you ain't had no love?
But you got love from me
And baby, I'm just so cool with that
If she take a L, she gon' flip it and get her moola back
So why you in her business, little nigga? What you gotta do with that?
You speaking on her name
I get you gone, no, I ain't cool with that
That's one up in the dome, that little nigga bust his medulla back
So watch for who you speak around, one call up, "Where my shooters at?"
Who gon' buck first?
No, it don't matter, it's 'bout who gon' get the up's first
And I got love, but baby girl, yeah, I'm a thug first
I love a check and I can't put no one above her
Me and you and all this bread, just be my lover
You a dime and I ain't seen nobody finer
Wanna bless you and take a trip to the Bahamas
Smile bright, girl, you remind me of your mama
Me and you said fuck the world, let's get these commas
Writer(s): Naujour Lazier Grainger, Nihee Joshua Wesley, Ziad Amin Mohamed Bashir
