Yea Yea Yea Lyrics

I got that bag yea I'm turnt den a bitch I'm focused, I had to get rich

She do too much, switch em up quick Every city they know that we lit

We made a happen, we had to take risks She know I'm gone bubble, she all on my dick

Gang say he want her I'm passin' the bitch 30 on the chase know I'm passin' the slip

I get that bag, then I'm back on the road Hop off the plane, then I'm back on a boat

If I get round your bitch, then I'm takin' her soul

If she get round the clique, then she losin' control

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, got me fucked up

I be tryin' to chill, now its time to turn it up

Ring, ring, ring, ring, plays keep blowin' up my phone

You seen how we livin', now she don't wanna go home

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, got me fucked up

Let's be for real

Plenty times I ain't think shit through

30,000, How the check ran through

People depend on me, what did I do

Put that shit on my back and I went made it happen, I

Cut her off, she thinking suicide

Been workin' so damn hard, I been up all day, all night

You can check the stats

Go ahead, check what I done done

She gon' call the gang

Whenever she tryna have fun

Yeah, we know the truth

We know who put y'all niggas on

Tryna bust her loose

You steady blowin' up her phone

Ring, ring, ring, ring, plays keep blowin' up my phone

You seen how we livin', now she don't wanna go home

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, got me fucked up

Let's be for real

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, got me fucked up

Let's be for real