[Intro: Yung Simmie]
One time for my normal n***as
Follow me @therealsimmie, man
Don't mind the gunshots, them just for the normal n***as, they hatin', you feel me?
I'mma cross that line, man
Yung Simmie!
Uh, whoo!, whoo!, whoo!
[Hook: Yung Simmie]
Money over any b**h, chase this paper, chase no b**h
n***as on that same sh**, you normal n***as make me sick
Rider gang, she ride my dick, that's all I give, don't ask for sh**
n***as on that same sh**, you normal n***as make me sick
Bum Bum Bum! You normal n***as make me sick
You normal n***as make me sick
Bum Bum Bum! You normal n***as make me sick
It's rider gang, she ride my dick, that's all I give, don't ask for sh**
[Verse 1:]
In my own zone, blowin' that dro
Only chase paper, never chase hoes
n***as is wack and n***as is normal
If murder she wrote, I stay with my journal
GMT mob b**h, them n***as like hurdles
Actions speak louder, I never been verbal
Never been social, blowin' that purple
Stay with the shells, gas station turtle
Tatted up, hair back, Vans and a snapback
James Bond swag, I'm fly as a jetpack
So abnormal, the swag make 'em step back
If you want beef, then I run with the Big Mac
Cause I am a big mack
Her head on my sixpack, she never forget that
Run with the big Glock, no more n***as waste time
Word to my g, Shock, who gon' make me stop?
GMT three hot, eat 'em like Wingstop
No more n***as get popped, no more n***as ain't sh**
No more n***as chase b**h, n***as on that same sh**
Me, I'm tryin' to get rich, me, I'm tryin' to get paid
Seven days of the week, workin' to the next day
Yung Simmie Sosa go nuts like a payday
No more n***as ain't sh**, n***as on that same sh**
Me, I'm tryin' to get rich, I don't chase no b**h
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Bush]
Now who you n***as think ya'll foolin'?
I paid these refs off, stupid, so I know I ain't losin'
I take your chick and introduce her to my rider gang, n***a
No Amber Cole, but she do her thing, now that's that rider brain, n***a
Okay now, money over everything, chase this paper, never women
God as my witness, I'm all about the green like a Celtic
These normal n***as walkin', talkin', they jockin' my swagger
And I'm just ballin' on these n***as like 41 for the Mavericks
Catch me gettin' faded, lookin' for your girl head like I'm about to braid it
Normal n***as can't do it, that's why they in the back hatin'
Hold on, little buddy, I say it to the back like Ms. Rosie
It's real n***as in the front, you better act like you know me
Ballin' on these n***as just like I'm Kobe, ah!
[Hook]