Nasty C - There They Go lyrics

Ooh, woah There they go, There There (@Nasty_CSA follow-, perfect!), woah There they go (Ayy) Southside, there they go (Ayy, yee) There they go (Ayy) bands There they go (Bands, bands, bands, woah) There they go (Ayy), gangstas, there they go (Ayy) Why your neck green? 'Cause them ain't diamonds and that ain't gold (Woah) There they go (Ayy) Broke ass ni**as (Woah) Hatin' ass b*tches How you hating on a tuk-tuk? You a c*nt, c*nt You ain't got no vision (Ayy) I'm still spendin' (Ayy), cause I'm that ni**a (Ayy) D'Angelo (Ayy) Balenci' (Woah) Me and my gang came for the whole damn cake ni**a, gimme your slice I hate where you came from You snitch, it be a whole city of mice (Hallelujah) I thank God for all the blessings and the real ni**as in life (My ni**as) A hater will go set Twitter on fire whenever real ni**as is right (Yey wena) Things that I don't need in my life (Yey wena) Man that's too pink to be Sprite (Yey wena) Trap sh*t, I drink lean every night (Yey wena) I be listening to Weezy And he the reason I smoke trees and I bleed on the mic See me now when I was sixteen, I was right every night I was spittin' sixteens by the light You were praying for a job, I was praying for the mob Now we here countin' money and we ain't never counted out Told Pops if he need a couple racks, just shout (Yeah) I'm cleaning 'em out, no doubt (Yeah) King-size bed for my couch @Nasty_CSA, yee, b*tches they gon' tag for the clout (Yeah) I'm a fine ass ni**a from the south Diamonds, whole lotta carats in the mouth, oh man There they go (Ayy) Southside, there they go (Ayy, yee) There they go (Ayy) bands There they go (Bands, bands, bands, woah) There they go (Ayy), gangstas, there they go (Ayy) Why your neck green? 'Cause them ain't diamonds and that ain't gold (Woah) There they go (Ayy) Broke ass ni**as (Woah) Hatin' ass b*tches How you hating on a tuk-tuk? You a c*nt, c*nt You ain't got no vision (Ayy) I'm still spendin' (Ayy), cause I'm that ni**a (Ayy) D'Angelo (Ayy) Balenci' (Woah) The hoes in the videos been ran through You a seven, you ain't really that bad, boo b*tches want more champagne (damn), you should get more shampoo I done got so much status I'm fu*king my karma then send her at you You ain't gotta know what that means, just gotta know it came from a badass dude I'm an animal with a badass toe And a badass hoe and the cash stack grow Me and my dawg go back I know but he spilled my lean I'm mad at bro You gas me, let it be the gas I smoke Radio would never know the tracks I wrote Me versus me, that's ghost and G.O.A.T I sign deals but I own my soul I might f*ck around selling new mixtapes door by door Difference between me and all my foes, when the racks tell me to go, I go Made a lot of money cause I know what I know This flow fu*ked up Noah's boat You shouldn't really call my money my money, call it Mrs. N-G-C-O-B-O There they go (Ayy) Southside, there they go (Ayy, yee) There they go (Ayy) bands There they go (Bands, bands, bands, woah) There they go (Ayy), gangstas, there they go (Ayy) Why your neck green? 'Cause them ain't diamonds and that ain't gold (Woah) There they go (Ayy) Broke ass ni**as (Woah) Hatin' ass b*tches How you hating on a tuk-tuk? You a c*nt, c*nt You ain't got no vision (Ayy) I'm still spendin' (Ayy), cause I'm that ni**a (Ayy) D'Angelo (Ayy) Balenci' (Woah)