Young M.A - Walk lyrics

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Young M.A - Walk lyrics

[Verse 1] They was tryna get me, they was tryna get me out Like y'all don't know what I'm about Y'all do it for the clout The streets like "where you at?" I told n***as I'm en route I was working at the house, in the stu Sleepin' on the couch, tryna figure out What my next move is Come move with the movement I see through you old transparent n***as Who you guys think you foolin'? We bhillen' bhillen' Pinky ring drippin' drippin' My necklace is j**elin' Tre Pound got a bark Park a n***a like amusement No clowns over here, no haha, no amusement Nah, nah, we ain't losin' Y'all got us confused with them other n***as over there Who 'dem? who 'dem? And I'm hoppin' out the Benz Givenchy by the lens, I ain't come here for French I came here to make money, save money, then I spend M.A, where you been Don't you do that sh** again [Interlude] You think I give a f** what a hater got to say about me? That's exactly what they hate about me They around me when the sun rise, when the sun shining But where the f** y'all was at when it was cloudy? Fake n***as please get the hell from around me I don't even know why these n***as is around me That was the same n***as that doubt me [Verse 2] Louis pack got me buggin' out Louis scarf, gotta thug it out New chain, had to flood it out My money never runnin' out Cut the check bih Tell them hatin' n***as cut it out Where the light at? The blunt is out Pour me up when my cup is out Didn't mean to f** her She had a cramp so I rubbed it out Kick b**hes out, worry about where my rubber out Your opinion doesn't matter That's one thing I don't give a f** about Dick riding, a** kissing That's somethin' I know nothing 'bout Everybody in the same lane So I went and took the other route Baggin' weed in my mother house If she knew she would cuss me out Same black tee, same sweatpants Oh well, had to bum it out Young M.A this, Young M.A that Damn n***a what the fuss about? Now n***as just tryna figure out When the next joint coming out Oh, nowadays n***as want favors But if you talk about money Well homie then we can work somethin' out Louis scarf for my right side Yeah n***a that's the right side Give my blood n***as high-fives, hi five Her eyes chink and her p**y pink like high eyes Bad chick, but that don't mean I won't bring her a** right to Popeyes Two piece and a thigh for you I ain't paying if the price high Get money, act broke, that's the motto I apply by Never boujee, we on vacay, pourin' Henny in the montage Never change, I'm still the same Drinkin' Minute Maid with the hot fries In the club, in V.I.P with y'all b**hes and my guys We get money, we don't want beef Take that beef sh** to Five Guys Start sh**, got five guys with five 9's, hit you five times Extendos on the chopper, n***as thought we was carryin' a tripod n***as like "where the hoes at?" My bad, it's where the thots hide Them lame n***as there It's more poppin' here on my side Fake n***as move left, real n***as move clockwise Blew a check at the j**eler 'Cause I won't wear it n***a if it's not f**in' mine