Made Her Sing ft. LV Dondada & Devski Lyrics

Yeah I made her sing

Big stack, big flex, I'm walking like a tank

Big bands in my hands, you see it in the bank

Cop that whip and got that drip, I'm sharper than a fang

He mad that I fucked his bitch, and yeah I made her sing

Yeah I made her sing, whatchu gotta say to me?

When I leave the bank, these pussies act so fake to me

In the whip, yeah its heavy, foot on the gas

They see me in the Cybertruck like "damn were you in my class?"

(Oh nah)

Like who the fuck are you?

(Lil bitch)

I've been ridin' with no roof

Devin's got the drank so he's pouring up some juice

What's that in my cup?

Do the math it's 2+2

Big stack, big flex, I'm walking like a tank

Big bands in my hands, you see it in the bank

Cop that whip and got that drip, I'm sharper than a fang

He mad that I fucked his bitch, and yeah I made her sing

Yeah I made her sing, yeah I made her sing

He mad that I fucked his bitch, and yeah I made her sing

Yeah I made her sing, yeah I made her sing

He mad that I fucked his bitch, and yeah I made her sing

He mad that I fucked his bitch, and yeah I made her sing

He mad that she fuck with me, and yeah I made him lame

Smoking on that skunky weed, I'm like a paper plane

Like a paper plane, I'm in outer space

Smoke one, then two, then another one (aye!)

Duece, duece, duece, duece out the double cup

She said she can't fuck with me cause I'ma stay the same

Like a PS5 with company, yeah I be playin' games

Young nigga keep a stick, feelin' like Professor Snape

I ain't the type to Josh around, so I always keep a Drake

Tie his ass up with bricks, throw his body in the lake

This ain't Nagato, give me fifty, this is major pain

Yeah I made her sing, yeah I made her sing

He mad that I fucked his bitch, and yeah I made her sing

Yeah I made her sing, yeah I made her sing

He mad that I fucked his bitch, and yeah I made her sing

He mad that I fucked his bitch, she ain't my main thing

Every time I kick it, yeah it's flames, Liu Kang

Curley always feel like Batman, yeah he Bruce Wayne

Yeah he Bruce Wayne, yeah he Bruce Wayne (let's go)

Yeah he still my son, but he done grew up, Nightwing

She slurpin' the noodle up, yeah it's chow mein

She took me to the opera, cause yeah I made her mmm mmm

Curley smokin' big dope while I'm makin' big bank

He poured another line while I've been pouring up the drank

'Quila got me uber twisted, pull up in a new edition

Act a fool like Ludacris in 2 Fast 2 Furious

Neck and wrist glisten, carbon on the seat it's gon' be hissin'

Big stack, big flex, I'm walking like a tank

Big bands in my hands, you see it in the bank

Cop that whip and got that drip, I'm sharper than a fang

He mad that I fucked his bitch, and yeah I made her sing

(sing!)

I made that girl

Sing!

My neck and wrist

Bling bling!

My neck and wrist

Yeah!