"A-Team" lyrics
We ain't doing no sleep
And this shit ain't overnight
If I ran 100 plays
Probably score 100 times
Sent a bundle out a state
Before I ever booked a flight
Paid it full for a cuban
Had a bust it overnight
You ain't never blew a dub
Get yo bread right
Leave the club
We ain't stoppin at no red light
She get mad
I ain't the one
Bitch you dead right
Ima player I fuck hoes
And I tote pipes
Mob life take a risk
Gotta make it right
Chicken pie
Get em touched tryna get a bite
Put it up roll the dice
See who money right
I throw a band back on the presi
Just to make it bright
The yellow gold everythang
But my brother rockin rose
Double limbs on my face
But I think I want the rolls
Really moving messy
But I'm scoring all my goals
Charging 4 for the 3
Run it back Darren Sproles
There's sum 100s on the floor
Man we so sleaze
Brand new money out the bank
Came with no crease
They like 'Memo how you do it you a cold peace'
I lost count all em nights I had no sleep
I swear this ain't no competition
We are not comparing
I ain't trippin on them boys
I am not caring
Flyless diamonds on the face
Got the watch glaring
Need to worry bout your bitch
She won't stop staring
I'm John Gotti call a play
While I'm plottin put my feet up
I always keep it on me
I could never put the cleats up
Love the way she do it
Swear this bitch a real eater
Drop a bag to my jeweler
After that I go and re-up
Heard em talkin bout a bag
Still ain't seen one
Baby do that thing I'm tryna see sum
Throw it back
Make it clap
While I beat some
(Clap clap clap clap)
And watch her eat some
Yeah baby do your thing till I go crazy
This a fourteen karat cuban
They ain't no playin
Feeling something like a pimp
Tell her hoe pay me
Fuck a bitch never trust
Do you so shady
I done heard a 100 reasons why they hate me
Cliche but I think it's cuz they ain't me
Always sticking to the model cs it made me
Forever do this shit for Alo
This the A-Team
And this shit ain't overnight
If I ran 100 plays
Probably score 100 times
Sent a bundle out a state
Before I ever booked a flight
Paid it full for a cuban
Had a bust it overnight
You ain't never blew a dub
Get yo bread right
Leave the club
We ain't stoppin at no red light
She get mad
I ain't the one
Bitch you dead right
Ima player I fuck hoes
And I tote pipes
Mob life take a risk
Gotta make it right
Chicken pie
Get em touched tryna get a bite
Put it up roll the dice
See who money right
I throw a band back on the presi
Just to make it bright
The yellow gold everythang
But my brother rockin rose
Double limbs on my face
But I think I want the rolls
Really moving messy
But I'm scoring all my goals
Charging 4 for the 3
Run it back Darren Sproles
There's sum 100s on the floor
Man we so sleaze
Brand new money out the bank
Came with no crease
They like 'Memo how you do it you a cold peace'
I lost count all em nights I had no sleep
I swear this ain't no competition
We are not comparing
I ain't trippin on them boys
I am not caring
Flyless diamonds on the face
Got the watch glaring
Need to worry bout your bitch
She won't stop staring
I'm John Gotti call a play
While I'm plottin put my feet up
I always keep it on me
I could never put the cleats up
Love the way she do it
Swear this bitch a real eater
Drop a bag to my jeweler
After that I go and re-up
Heard em talkin bout a bag
Still ain't seen one
Baby do that thing I'm tryna see sum
Throw it back
Make it clap
While I beat some
(Clap clap clap clap)
And watch her eat some
Yeah baby do your thing till I go crazy
This a fourteen karat cuban
They ain't no playin
Feeling something like a pimp
Tell her hoe pay me
Fuck a bitch never trust
Do you so shady
I done heard a 100 reasons why they hate me
Cliche but I think it's cuz they ain't me
Always sticking to the model cs it made me
Forever do this shit for Alo
This the A-Team
