CashMoneyAP - Humble lyrics

[Hook] Racks always change the whole topic of discussion All that shootin' talk but you n***as ain't bussin' Chattin' in private but won't see me in public Got yo b**h in the kitchen cookin' moldy muffins Yeah you know I put the bands in the bag I stuff it And yo hoe she get a lot more than just to stuff it And I don't whip bricks I just jugg your oven And if you really want something how you leave with nothing [Verse 1] Ay ay ay I be movin' weight weight weight b**h we heavy weight weight My way or the highway way Want it now I cannot wait wait I know that these hoe's gonna' contemplate plate I done have to put it on my plate plate Shawty we cannot f**in' date date Shawty wanna have it in the day day Boy you like to be the one to hate hate I cannot even f**in' wait wait I got all these hoes on my way way Thouxanban got the sh** engraved graved And I take that sh** to the grave grave [?] p**y n***a [?] And my sleave gotta' keep a a And you know Im dancin' [?] [Hook] Racks always change the whole topic of discussion All that shootin' talk but you n***as ain't bussin' Chattin' in private but won't see me in public Got yo b**h in the kitchen cookin' moldy muffins Yeah you know I put the bands in the bag I stuff it And yo hoe she get a lot more than just to stuff it And I don't whip bricks I just jugg your oven And if you really want something how you leave with nothing [Verse 2] Shame shame shame you can catch the fade fade fade n***as throwin' shade shade shade Copped some vintage frames frames frames Know she want it hey hey hey Lil mamma f** for fame fame fame Had to keep my faith faith faith When I'm in the lane lane lane Or I'm in the field field field Aye I'll pop my steel steel steel Know the devil real real real Fish and then I reel reel reel Aye these n***as fake fake fake Now I'm movin' weight weight weight Aye I need that steak steak steak 678 8 8 8 Gotta' have it [?] [Hook] Racks always change the whole topic of discussion All that shootin' talk but you n***as ain't bussin' Chattin' in private but won't see me in public Got yo b**h in the kitchen cookin' moldy muffins Yeah you know I put the bands in the bag I stuff it And yo hoe she get a lot more than just to stuff it And I don't whip bricks I just jugg your oven And if you really want something how you leave with nothing