"Dummy Ummy" lyrics

Brrt (Uh-huh, haha)
Do something to make me feel good (Hey, baby)

Niggas act like they account never ran into being froze
I ain't never play the game of fucking niggas I call bros
Don't compare to these bitches that ain't got a set of goals
Top notch bitch, I'm a top notch pro
Don't need a battery in my back just to get me pumped up
Hate when hoes start walking around like they pocket never been fucked up
Big headed bitches never listen, one thing about it
I'ma keep it hunnid, that's what makes me so damn different

Lola going dummy-ummy-ummy-ummy-ummy
I don't fuck with broke niggas that's too bummy-ummy-ummy
Only thing that should be counting on my nigga is a check
Went from Netflix and chill now I'm tatted on his neck
Lola going dummy-ummy-ummy-ummy-ummy
Going dummy-ummy-ummy
Only thing that's on my mind is this money-oney-oney-oney
Is this money-oney-oney-oney

No days off, Lola going dummy 'bout this paper
Told my nigga I need space, he went and copped me out some acres
Lola run the city like New York ain't got a mayor
Still a big dog, been major, call me big gator
I don't want to have to pick have to pick between Chanelly and a pair of shoes
All these bitches is old news like can food, you damn fool
Broke friends contiguous, they done warned me not to come near you
Hottest in the summer with a sweater on drinking Theraflu
Come and fuck with me and vibe with it
I don't share, my nigga, it's not in my heart to be kind with it
Six feet, demon told him dive in it
It ain't hard to shut my nigga up, it take 'bout five minutes

Lola going dummy-ummy-ummy-ummy-ummy
Going dummy-ummy-ummy
Only thing that's on my mind is this money-oney-oney-oney
Is this money-oney-oney-oney
Dummy-ummy-ummy-ummy
Dummy-ummy-ummy-ummy
Money-oney-oney-oney
Is this money-oney-oney-oney