YEA Lyrics

She mad I might leave her

Took a trip to pasadena

Making all this music Im a poster

Justin Bieber

I got all this cash that I won

From the casino

Drop another album cause

This dedication real

She just wanna party but the party wanted me

I'm a real good rapper from V.A yes

The Rich

Subi on my denim and my glasses match the fit New York Fashion Week call, askin' for a flick

My pops steady shinin' and my momma hittin' goals

They wonder why I'm great, well damn, there it goes

I be chillin' in the club and shawty dancin' on a pole

Got a tennis on my neck, the autograph for the hoes

I be callin' my lil' agent, had to tell her that we poppin

My baby wanna kiss, she know that I'm the trending topic

They stealing' all my lyrics, somebody just tell me stop it

I'm spazzin' on the beat, this my speed its in my pocket

Yeah, makin' all this music, Im a popstar Justin Bieber,

Yeah, makin' all this music, Im a popstar Justin Bieber

Damn she super bad she had me trippin' off the noggin

Do you want the cheddar or the diamonds, what's your option

I was on the phone, them niggas call me every day

Give me 50,000 every time a hoe be lame

Do you know what it takes to be great

Hell nah, nigga, I'm just rappin' every day

I'ma keep it honest, tired of niggas statin' fake

Wonder why your team always end up in the grave

I get mad cause they think that they hot me

I got motion this money, keep coming in

Tell the world I keep on just setting of trends

I'm settin' shit off where the handyman

They wonder why I'm goin' off, because my haters been tappin' in

Gotta make it so I get a hundred bands

Bad lil' shawty, so go ahead and take my pants off

He's not one of one like us

That's brezzy boy, that's the nigga with the gun

I say turn up, but she's the turn off

So tell me what's up, yeah, bruh, I'm the boss

Gang