"Airbender" lyrics
Anderson .Paak & YBN Cordae Lyrics
Man, fuck bein' broke
All I wanna do is ball like the Airbender (Woo)
Mixin' up the dough, I'm the breadwinner (Goddamn)
And if a nigga got a problem, then my bro got semi-auto
And I promise that they all got lead in 'em (What?)
What type jeans are those? These rare denim
Keep two Georgia peaches, got a pair of 'em
We brought all the hoes, y'all scarin' 'em
Dre said, "No more features," not clearin' 'em
So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way?
Sick of all the bullshit that the radio play
Tell 'em, "Study a tape of A.P. 'n' 'Dae."
Ayy, nigga, fall back, we gon' lead the way
And we gotta do it big, have a leap of faith
Got the same lawyers as Puff, but I beat the case
My bitch built like Kim, but I keep the K
Mm, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae."
Sweet lil' crib on the lake (Uh, uh, uh)
Big bands fillin' up the safe
I got your bitch screamin' my name
Look, what's not ethical, I can't do it
Way more vegetables and less sewage
Bump with the decimal, bump the music
Run with the best, or get left with the losers
Angel with a halo on her head
Said she wanna go crazy, go ahead
Took a couple aejos to the head
Now I'm in the back of the Waymo gettin' head
Ayy, fuck bein' broke, we gon' fuck and elope
In the truck or the boat, or we up in the 'yo
My cup full of dro, bro, trunk full of dope
He got skunk and the coke, what you want? Send the lo'
My young nigga just came home from a bid
Got his own lil' kid who ain't wanting for shit
My other nigga finna be home 'bout 6
Don't condone it a bit, but he ownin' his shit
Man, fuck bein' broke
All I wanna do is ball like the Airbender (Woo)
Mixin' up the dough, I'm the breadwinner (Goddamn)
And if a nigga got a problem, then my bro got semi-auto
And I promise that they all got lead in 'em (What?)
What type jeans are those? These rare denim
Keep two Georgia peaches, got a pair of 'em
We brought all the hoes, y'all scarin' 'em
Dre said, "No more features," not clearin' 'em
All I wanna do is ball like the Airbender (Woo)
Mixin' up the dough, I'm the breadwinner (Goddamn)
And if a nigga got a problem, then my bro got semi-auto
And I promise that they all got lead in 'em (What?)
What type jeans are those? These rare denim
Keep two Georgia peaches, got a pair of 'em
We brought all the hoes, y'all scarin' 'em
Dre said, "No more features," not clearin' 'em
So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way?
Sick of all the bullshit that the radio play
Tell 'em, "Study a tape of A.P. 'n' 'Dae."
Ayy, nigga, fall back, we gon' lead the way
And we gotta do it big, have a leap of faith
Got the same lawyers as Puff, but I beat the case
My bitch built like Kim, but I keep the K
Mm, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae."
Sweet lil' crib on the lake (Uh, uh, uh)
Big bands fillin' up the safe
I got your bitch screamin' my name
Look, what's not ethical, I can't do it
Way more vegetables and less sewage
Bump with the decimal, bump the music
Run with the best, or get left with the losers
Angel with a halo on her head
Said she wanna go crazy, go ahead
Took a couple aejos to the head
Now I'm in the back of the Waymo gettin' head
Ayy, fuck bein' broke, we gon' fuck and elope
In the truck or the boat, or we up in the 'yo
My cup full of dro, bro, trunk full of dope
He got skunk and the coke, what you want? Send the lo'
My young nigga just came home from a bid
Got his own lil' kid who ain't wanting for shit
My other nigga finna be home 'bout 6
Don't condone it a bit, but he ownin' his shit
Man, fuck bein' broke
All I wanna do is ball like the Airbender (Woo)
Mixin' up the dough, I'm the breadwinner (Goddamn)
And if a nigga got a problem, then my bro got semi-auto
And I promise that they all got lead in 'em (What?)
What type jeans are those? These rare denim
Keep two Georgia peaches, got a pair of 'em
We brought all the hoes, y'all scarin' 'em
Dre said, "No more features," not clearin' 'em
