Jibba Jabba ft. Contraband Jonez Lyrics

Blah, blah, blah, wah, wah, wah, nigga, you mad

Mmm, look

Yeah, get it, go, roll

Yeah, yeah, SheaButtaBandit, look

Niggas mad about nothin', so what

Get your money up, guh and shut up

All that jibber-jabber you doin', it ain't bout shit

Nah, ho, it ain't bout shit, uh

I know what I'm doin', I know where I'm goin

I know how to get there, there

My cup runneth over, I ain't tip it over

I ain't never scared, I bare a million arms

Come to cause harm, cause ho, I'm lethal

Torpedo under my peacoat, pew

One time for Mr. Pico

Wesley Chapel, Glenwood Road

Candler Road, Snap Finger

Lil' Zone 6 heathen, hm, yeah, switch it

Look, I believe what I want

Yeah, I do what I want

I know you's a fake, I know you's a fraud

You wanna be me and I know it

You wanna be us and you show it

You ain't bout shit

Nah, bitch, you ain't bout shit, no

Niggas mad about nothin', so what

Get your money up, guh

And shut up, all that jibber-jabber you doin

It ain't bout shit

Nah, bitch, it ain't bout shit, no

Niggas mad about nothin', so what

Get your money up, guh

And shut up, all that jibber-jabber you doin

It ain't bout shit

Nah, bitch, it ain't bout shit

I done came up on a bag, uh

No wonder they sad

Got a hundred racks and a jag, uh

Now I walk with a lag

You furious, huh that's great

Wanna pop these tags, well, put your wish in a hat, uh

You might get you a bag

Don't worry bout what I got, jealousy to the max

Can't give these niggas no slack

Snakes slicker than rats

Wanna fill these shoes but can't fit this hat

We do numbers, that's true

Exotic dogs, exotic coups

We stack cash to the roof

They just talk like goof

I count my money in groups

Twenty, fifty, hundreds, woo, woo, woo

We get loot when it's nothin' to do

I ignore all the hate and its botherin' you

You, you, nigga

Blah blah blah, wah wah wah

Nigga you mad