Young M.A – Walk

If she knew she would cuss me out
Never change, I’m still the same
Nah, nah, we ain’t losin’
That was the same niggas that doubt me
My bad, it’s where the thots hide
Dick riding, ass kissing
Now niggas just tryna figure out
Damn nigga what the fuss about?
Take that beef shit to Five Guys
Pour me up when my cup is out
Park a nigga like amusement
Sleepin’ on the couch, tryna figure out
No clowns over here, no haha, no amusement
My necklace is jewelin’
Get money, act broke, that’s the motto I apply by
When the next joint coming out
Her eyes chink and her pussy pink like high eyes
‘Cause I won’t wear it nigga if it’s not
And I’m hoppin’ out the Benz
Never boujee, we on vacay, pourin’ Henny in the Mai Tai’s
Pinky ring drippin’ drippin’
[Verse 2]
Don’t you do that shit again
Tre Pound got a bark

Well homie then we can work somethin’ out
Oh, nowadays niggas want favors
Start shit, got five guys with five 9’s, hit you five times
Extendos on the chopper, niggas thought we was carryin’ a tripod
Who you guys think you foolin’?
They was tryna get me, they was tryna get me out
Young M.A this, Young M.A that
Give my blood niggas high-fives, hi five
The streets like "where you at?"
Them lame niggas there
I told niggas I’m en route
Tell them hatin’ niggas cut it out
I was working at the house, in the stu
Everybody in the same lane
They around me when the sun rise, when the sun shining
I see through you old transparent niggas
Louis scarf, gotta thug it out
In the club, in V.I.P with y’all bitches and my guys

Your opinion doesn’t matter
Bad chick, but that don’t mean I won’t bring her ass right to Popeyes
Fuckin’ mine
What my next move is

M.A, where you been
Kick bitches out, wave bye with my rubber out
[Verse 1]
Yeah nigga that’s the right side
So I went and took the other route
My money never runnin’ out
Niggas like "where the hoes at?"
Baggin’ weed in my mother house
That’s exactly what they hate about me
who ‘dem? Who ‘dem?
Blew a check at the jeweler
Louis scarf for my right side
Two piece and a thigh for you
That’s one thing I don’t give a fuck about
Fake niggas please get the hell from around me
It’s more poppin’ here on my side
The blunt is out Where the light at?
Y’all do it for the clout
Givenchy by the lens, I ain’t come here for French
But if you talk about money
We bhillen’ bhillen’
Same black tee, same sweatpants
She had a cramp so I rubbed it out
Come move with the movement
That’s somethin’ I know nothing ’bout
Drinkin’ Minute Maid with the hot fries
Didn’t mean to fuck her
Cut the check bih
New chain, had to flood it out
Fake niggas move left, real niggas move clockwise
Oh well, had to bum it out
I don’t even know why these niggas is around me
We get money, we don’t want beef
I came here to make money, save money, then I spend
You think I give a fuck what a hater got to say about me?
Like y’all don’t know what I’m about
Y’all got us confused with them other niggas over there
But where the fuck y’all was at when it was cloudy?
Louis pack got me buggin’ out
I ain’t paying if the price high