"What She Like" lyrics

"What She Like"

(M-M-M-Murda)

Runnin' the money up, sum' like an athlete
Hit a superstar sittin' in the backseat
I don't know your baby momma, don't ask me
She a pretty girl but she get nasty
Know how it go, I can't put nothin' past em'
They gon' do what you want when your cash up
You get free, let me know, we can catch 'em
Baby off the top rope like it's Wrestlin'
Don't even know her and bought her a bag
He can't fuck with me, I know why he mad
She can't forget me, I gave her a swag
Momma won't jack so I bought her a Jag
Big Louis duffle, it's not for the fashion
Oversized jacket to cover my ratchet
Been out here poppin', I'm not just a rapper
Never did fraud but I'm makin' transactions, no
I done been on it for a couple years
Didn't like her teeth, I bought her some veneers
Thought I was somethin' to play with but I'm serious
I took my circumstance and worked a miracle
I spent nine hunnid' thousand on this vehicle
Long as she don't run her mouth, then I can deal with her
You got a little motion, you can build it up
I'm on another level, I don't be with them
Cut off my hoes for a month, I've been fastin'
He think he bigger than me, hah, I'm laughin'
Baby gon' show em' the way, made a path
Everything new, leave the past in the past
These bitches tellin' when nobody asked
You know the rule, wear a mask and don't crash
First I was coolin' and now I'm gettin' mad
Fuck all the politics, we on your ass
You tryna trail me, you gotta drive fast
We got it now, I don't care what you had
I'm pushin' P, I ain't going outside
She coulda' been on the list but I passed
I'm doin' better, I switched up my habits
I'm unavailable, no, you can't have me
I'm lookin' straight, I'll know if you passed me
I'm gonna catch you, yeah

I'm on that P shit, I'm a player
Don't come to me about it, I don't care
I want a pretty one, long hair
You make it obvious, don't stare
All of my outfits, one wear
Ten Karat solitaire, both ears
I'll give you half of me, I'm fair
You ever need me, I'm there
Most of em' followers, Baby the leader
Black and white Rari', I call it a zebra
Talkin' to Trump, I'm like pardon my people
Money the one, if you got it then keep it
Own a few restaurants, I don't be beefin'
I don't really fuck with them, I just be speakin'
I can go hard but I'm keepin' it decent
I turned it all the way up with my pieces

I really wanted to fall back
But I'm in that mode now, that's that
Say you don't need me, that's cap
Hop in Miss Urus and haul ass
I'm goin' Plain Jane, all factory
I had to maintain, it made a man of me
I let my chains swang, ain't no jackin' me
I worked, a real one, they should clap for me
Oh, business man, built up my factory
Hit a bad bitch on my balcony, oh, yeah
Quarterback contract money
Got these folks tryna tackle me, oh, yeah
She know I'm the one that come first
Everybody else come after me, oh, yeah
I don't gotta raise my voice
None of my hoes talk back to me, oh, yeah

I'm on that P shit, I'm a player
Don't come to me about it, I don't care
I want a pretty one, long hair
You make it obvious, don't stare
All of my outfits, one wear
Ten Karat solitaire, both ears
I'll give you half of me, I'm fair
You ever need me, I'm there
Most of em' followers, Baby the leader
Black and white Rari', I call it a zebra
Talkin' to Trump, I'm like pardon my people
Money the one, if you got it then keep it
Own a few restaurants, I don't be beefin'
I don't really fuck with them, I just be speakin'
I can go hard but I'm keepin' it decent
I turned it all the way up with my pieces


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