IamDJFresh - Yeahhh lyrics

[Intro] Rich Homie, baby! Yeah, aye man You can bet the house on me dog I told all my n***as, if they had a thousand dollars We gon' make it back [Verse 1] I'm in love with types of b**hes, you regular type of n***a Be tryna get in my business, but couldn't run in my business These n***as they in they feelings, can't hide em because we see it These n***as claiming they real till they true color revealed Used to do nothing but steal, till I did that lil bid At every game I would win, they would think that sh** was rigged That p**y pink like a pig and that a** is like a hog Find out that b**h stealing, tie her up then put her out Find out she ovulating, hit her raw then pull it out Why she claiming that my baby when I f**ing pulled it out? I told that b**h, "Swallow these babies and don't f**ing spit 'em out" (Why? Why? Why?) ‘Cause they might grow up to be something real special You can't never trust nobody, never trust nobody Cold-hearted motherf**er never love nobody, never love nobody Remember staying with my mama then I turnt up the skreet No heat, remember being cold so I bought me a mink At fifteen jumped off the porch, landed straight in the skreet Still stop at Gresham Citgo just to get me some sweets Shout out Choo, Nootie Bone, shout out Paridise Shout out the 6, ‘cause that's my zone, shout out to PDE [Hook] Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey yeah, yeah, yeah Hey yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] I keep my pistol on ready, ‘cause I don't live for the moment Shorty claiming she want me, but I pa** to the homies She s** around on my meat, like a piece of bologna She asking, "Quan, do you got me?" I tell her, "Get some insurance" Okay now dish my detergent, I wipe my hands when they dirty Because all day, all day, I've been running through this money These b**hes be flirtin', I f**ed that hoe for no purpose I swear that all day, all day, I've been running through these condoms Tell me why, maybe you know They underestimated me, it hurt they heart, when I broke Came back in the motherf**in' trenches Tight shirt on with some Balmain britches Them lame n***as over there boy I hit all they b**hes I hit all they b**hes, to the point, that I f**ed them, and don't call them b**hes I ain't saying what I'm doing may be right But when I do it, boy, I give the lil kids, God damn Jump out the hot box, police on me, I'm dodgin' the car I see all my cars in the lot, be careful they watchin' Nah, be careful they got it, nah, be careful I got jailed The code word, we call it, "Christmas" when we talking bail I made a oath and told myself I wouldn't go back to jail Walked up in the courthouse with a Gucci sweater on, a n***a got hot as Hell But I ain't give a damn, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah And I don't give a damn if my partner get locked up, accept all the calls Where I'm from, we ain't seeing sh**, we ain't heard of sh**, and we don't talk And every n***a take a loss, that's how you come back, that make you a boss [Bridge] Thought I was gone, psyche, got 'em Her natural hair long, what I like about her This ain't even all of my sh**, this ain't even all of my whips These ain't even all of my b**hes, y'all ain't even all of my n***as [Hook] Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey yeah, yeah, yeah Hey yeah, yeah, yeah