Yung Berg, Mia Rey & Jordan Hollywood - YBWFM lyrics

(Verse) Hey hey hey hey b**h, Berg what up Hey (f** em), hey (f** em), Hey (f** em), hey Hey hey hey hey (Hook) I wake up in the morning and I roll a blunt, I do Your b**h she on my side I tell to get it up, go in Pop pop a bill, shawty get you roll on I'm high as hell, before I throw my clothes on Alright, 'cause Your b**h wanna f** me, your b**h wanna f** me, Your b**h wanna f** me, get her wanna make her laugh Okay your b**h wanna f** me, yeah Your b**h wanna f** me, yeah sponsored links Your b**h wanna f** me, swear to God I make her love me (Verse) 9 11 my Porsche car, Girls think that I'm a terrorist And I'm balling on no sports Riding in a Lamborghini with my Spanish b**h I'm like snap back some wearing that Snap snap back I'm wearing that Stay with that white girl She got motorlines and a paragraph I'm like, hello b**h, she wanna f** me and my friends too I'm like, hello b**h, she get good brain like she went to test schools Put it in her mouth like toothpick Ride my sh** new whip, I be all over the paper b**h I'm like a gluestick, f** em, f** em Then get back to the money I'm running, I'm running, I'm running to the money I wake and bake, I drink ace of spades I let them haters hate, 'cause I'm paid I'm straigth (Hook) I wake up in the morning and I roll a blunt, I do Your b**h she on my side I tell to get it up, go in Pop pop a bill, shawty get you roll on I'm high as hell, before I throw my clothes on Alright, 'cause Your b**h wanna f** me, your b**h wanna f** me, Your b**h wanna f** me, get her wanna make her laugh Okay your b**h wanna f** me, yeah Your b**h wanna f** me, yeah Your b**h wanna f** me, swear to God I make her love me (Verse) I'm in this booth with my condominial b**h doing all kind of wrong f** shawty first night, we still ain't had no dialogue Tip drill black china I tell them hoes go find a pole Ride with a b**h named Keisha ,smoking on that Keyshia Cole My bad b**h she come through, like I do with that Maybach Barely sleep in that p**y that's a cat nap f** her then she talk, talk ,call call it cat stacks, About to make a movie rock show, go Jack Black I just got my swag back, mix and get a hundred K Being full of models, which one I'm going f** today Talking bout these hits dog they saying that I'm one away Snapbacks & tattoos I call the sh** a throw away (Hook) I wake up in the morning and I roll a blunt, I do Your b**h she on my side I tell to get it up, go in Pop pop a bill, shawty get you roll on I'm high as hell, before I throw my clothes on Alright, 'cause Your b**h wanna f** me, your b**h wanna f** me, Your b**h wanna f** me, get her wanna make her laugh Okay your b**h wanna f** me, yeah Your b**h wanna f** me, yeah Your b**h wanna f** me, swear to God I make her love me (Verse) I tell the mail yeah, your b**h wanna f** me Right Rose for them strippers, hold that wanna f** my team tonight My car got a rolly straight, just to match my roby right She ain't even meet me at, but I got her beamer wet OZ and we find like jezz, OT off my n***a's neck Shout out to my n***a Rex, KOD a hundred bottles All my n***as flexin, flexin, Flew and red necklace, like they gonna arrest me All white Audi even my two strap practice Cooling with my n***as got a team full of shoters And we get to drilling if a n***a want problems, And I'm off for flat, so we're rolling off a monster (Hook) I wake up in the morning and I roll a blunt, I do Your b**h she on my side I tell to get it up, go in Pop pop a bill, shawty get you roll on I'm high as hell, before I throw my clothes on Alright, 'cause Your b**h wanna f** me, your b**h wanna f** me, Your b**h wanna f** me, get her wanna make her laugh Okay your b**h wanna f** me, yeah Your b**h wanna f** me, yeah Your b**h wanna f** me, swear to God I make her love me