ZA Lyrics

(Smokin everyday)

(And I be with niggas dat don't play)

(The things I do for love)

I got Za goin crazy (goin crazy)

Bitches wanna have my baby

(Wanna have all my babies)

I just tell these bitches pay me

(I just tell dat bitch to pay me)

I know my old bitches hate me

(I know my old bitches hate me)

I been gettin to it baby

I been rackin up lately

My car fast don't race me

Make sure 12 don't chase me

I be ridin in da demon like I'm hell sent

Runnin through your trap

You like where da hell it went

If it ain bout money

Then that is irrelevant

If you poppin pussy

Then bitch just sell it

Pack so strong

Get high smelling it (get high smelling it)

It's a new day

And now they mailing it (now they mailing it)

My bitch booty bigger than a elephant

I'm tryna get so rich

I start beefing with the president (woah)

Can't live in the past this the present

Know niggas want me gone

So I'm ridin round with hella tint (yuh)

It's gon cost some bread for my presence

Ima fuck a bitch then won't look at her messages (bye)

I called her a bitch not a poodle

But she still let me turn her to a toaster strudel (ew)

Ima get my bag and then it's toodles

She do what I say I don't gotta do no voodoo (oooooo)

Told her dat I different put on Hulu

If you wanna pop up to the crib

We gon shoot you

It's like dat forreal

It's like dat forreal

It's like dat forreal

It's like dat forreal

It's like dat forreal

It's like dat forreal

It's like dat forreal

Yea it's like dat forreal

It's like dat forreal

My niggas gon do drills

None of my niggas gon squeal

Like forreal

Lil bitch poppin dem pills

Said she don't wanna feel

Like forreal

Been through shit can't heal

But I still got my steel

Like forreal

Like forreal

This bitch lying to me while crying on me

Like forreal

Tell that bitch to chill

I don't even got a heart

Like forreal

Niggas be plottin on me

But I know Guapanese

Like forreal

Like forreal

Life so real

You gotta do better

My bitch give me top

Like she went up a ladder

I kick a bitch out

Now she sending me letters

My money be stackin

I can't go broke never

Yo money be lighter than a fuckin feather

I make it rain I be changin the weather

I'm boutta go run off on Heather

When I pour up I don't need to measure

These niggas be talkin

But it ain no pressure

She givin me brain

We ain havin a lecture

I'm grippin her ass

I'm feelin her texture

After I smash

I ain finna text her

I don't even like her

I don't even miss her

I'm keepin my pole

But I ain't a fisher

Yea I'm on roll

All of my niggas be movin dem bowls

Talk to me wrong and we takin yo soul

These niggas be sad cause they live in a hole

30 clip on me no it ain't fa show

Yea fasho

(Yea fasho) mob

(Yea fasho)

Yea

I got Za goin crazy (goin crazy)

Bitches wanna have my baby

(Wanna have all my babies)

I just tell these bitches pay me

(I just tell dat bitch to pay me)

I know my old bitches hate me

(I know my old bitches hate me)

I been gettin to it baby

I been rackin up lately

My car fast don't race me

Make sure 12 don't chase me

I be ridin in da demon like I'm hell sent

Runnin through your trap

You like where da hell it went

(It's irrelevant)

(Just sell it)