808 Mafia
Uh huh, yeah
The reason why I´m out on my grind
I´m leavin´ everyone in my gun
Uh oh, uh oh, you´re not the one

Bitch you´re not the one, you´re not the one
Never leave the house without all my guns
Never leave the house without all my guns
I´m lookin´ for trouble but I´m not the one
Not the one, uh huh

Do I got cash? Uh huh, I check a bag, uh huh (Yeah)
Designer my jeans, uh huh, they all sad, uh huh
Niggas mad, uh huh, got my mag, uh huh
Try to hate on me, I leave you in the past, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I´m runnin´, I told that bitch, "Uh huh"
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I´m stuntin´, I told that bitch, "Uh huh"

Tell her that I run this shit like Usain Bolt (Uh huh)
I´m Peyton Manning to these fuck niggas, ballin´ like the Colts
I´m sick of ballin´, matter of fact, I may just go become a coach
I go first class, so if they ask, I ain´t ridin´ coach
Never goin´ broke again, I spent a thousand on a coat
Just to say, "I did it," did it ´cause it´s dope
She gon´ do the dope, then do the most
Know she not no real one, that bitch a hoax
Thank God, I ain´t have to touch the baking soda
But I know niggas in the trap, usin´ the Motorolas
In that bitch´s throat, feel like a Ricola

She do straight coke, I sip Coca-Cola

Do I got cash? Uh huh, I check a bag, uh huh (Yeah)
Designer my jeans, uh huh, they all sad, uh huh
Niggas mad, uh huh, got my mag, uh huh
Try to hate on me, I leave you in the past, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I´m runnin´, I told that bitch, "Uh huh"
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I´m stuntin´, I told that bitch, "Uh huh"

I like if she love it, love to flex in public
Thinkin´ nothin´ of it, may shoot up the function
Somethin´ out of nothing, .223 in my Glock, damn

Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, got the party jumpin´
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I hit Maury up ´cause all these niggas is my sons
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I ain´t come here to fight niggas, go and grab the gun
Call me microwave because I heat up
I bought my stripes and I earn ´em, bitches Adidas
I got a Spanish bitch, I fuck on her amigas
Run up, fire all that 40 off, that ´lil bitch got a fever, yeah

Do I got cash? Uh huh, I check a bag, uh huh (Yeah)
Designer my jeans, uh huh, they all sad, uh huh
Niggas mad, uh huh, got my mag, uh huh
Try to hate on me, I leave you in the past, uh huh

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I´m runnin´, I told that bitch, "Uh huh"
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She asked if I´m stuntin´, I told that bitch, "Uh huh"