Yadda B - Yeah 2x Lyrics

But I gotta, Lately if it ain't been money then I ain't been picking up, No I cannot, I gotta but I gotta
Lately if it ain't bout money then i don't be picking up, She wanna get with a nigga and I'm tryna get with her
These niggas fake and they phony no I cannot sit with them
How you leave me by my lonely girl, you wasn't pickin' up
I was down all at the bottom, your boy had to pick it up
Now I'm on the court, all I know get them wins
I can't take a loss, I feel like a lion in the jungle
I been through it all, I feel like a lion in the jungle
If you really want it, then you gotta go out and get it
So I'ma go get it yeah yeah, I'm bout my dollars, The f*ck is a friend
I only want them digits, yeah, yeah
You know that choppa be up on my side, I be ridin all with it, yeah, yeah
He tryna front and I'm upping' and clickin', clickin
Send that boy to the air, I make that boy disappear yeah
Do a trick on the dick like magic, I get her back and crack it
I get them racks and stack it, but I gotta save
Cause a nigga been spending' a lot
I'm with them killers and we probably bend through your block
We tryna hit up a opp, we leave him dead his head
Yeah, we give a couple of shots
She wanna f*ck in the bed
I told that bitch she could hop in the back of the seat
It felt like I fell off the map, but now I got back on my feet
And Brody just got a new Mac, yeah, he put his ass on a Tee
Please do not ask for this or that cause I don't got nothin' for free
I don't got nothin' for free no more
You tellin' me this, but it's that, girl, I do not know what to think no more
Gave a little of your love, but I think I need some more
I think I need some more, I think I need some more
Please do not ask, cause I don't got nothin' for free
You tellin' me this, but it's that, girl, I do not know what to think
F*ck it, I'm callin' your cab, she hit me up, she wanna link
And I got the don in the bag if you wanna pour up a drink
Tell me what you want
I can get it for you, girl
But f*ck that, you f*cked up, so I don't got shit for you, girl
Said f*ck that, you f*cked up, but I got this dick for you, girl
If you really want it, then you gotta go out and get it
But I gotta , so I'ma go get it, yeah, yeah
I'm bout my dollars, the f*ck is a friend, I only want them digits, yeah, yeah
You know that choppa be up on my side, I be ridin' all with it, yeah, yeah
He tryna front, and I'm uppin' and clickin', clickin
Send that boy to the air
I make that boy disappear, yeah
Do a trick on the dick like magic
I get her back and crack it
I get them racks and stack it
But I gotta But I gotta yb
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I get her back and crack it