Yeen Havin

Lyrics
(Intro) Yeen havin nigga stop cappin Play with that beat yeah a nigga love rapping Yeah I love the street life I really be trapping Tryna get out this life I'm still trapped in, first place in this race I ain't overlapping Niggas be so foo lying in they captions Playing with this money gon get your ass captured I'm ahead of my game niggas better catch up Money don't sleep I ain't doing a nap And this Prada coat cozy might just take a nap in it Fell too deep in this water no it's not a baptism Fell in love with fashion I'm a demon for scab denim Chrome heart jeans yeah I'm stuffing the racks in I'm too gone off this earth blowing gas nigga, speeding off in this sting going fast nigga Counting blue cheese while you going out sad Socialize with the money all about a bag Niggas know I get money I ain't gotta brag I'ma hit it at the park Derek Jeter the pack Bitch I'm feeling like a feen i'm itching for this cash I was down bad but that shit is in the past If he plotting cut them off trust no snakes in the grass I'm gon run it up til I'm at my very last Hook; Yeen havin nigga stop capping I been fucking with that beat yeah a nigga love rapping Yeah I love the street life I really be trapping Tryna get out of this life a nigga be trapped in First place in this race I ain't overlappin Niggas be so foo lying in they captions Playing with this money gon get yo ass captured I'm a king in this shit, you a peasant Ganja vacuum sealed ship it off just like a present I'm obtaining know this income shit a blessing You ain't getting no money stay up out my presence Candy paint the beemer or white iridescent Bitch I'm making these moves like I'm playing chess Told that bitch to leave me alone she actin' like a pest Man there's levels to this shit we ain't getting' no rest And that's real shit, talking down body bags get zipped And I'm pulling up with some big shit Need my pockets fat just like a big bitch Lassey miyake tote bag and it's real stitching Heard your man talk to the feds he got caught snitching I'ma run it til my bank account having 10 digits Got that bitch all on her knees like its part of her religion
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Credits
- Writers
- Rollin Thrax