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2ble jay - yeah yeah lyrics

[chorus]
it could be, you and me
yeah yeah, yeah yeah
in a suite, yeah yeah
or in a coupe, yeah yeah
spendin’ loot
yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah (money)
yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
it could be, you and me
yeah yeah, yeah yeah
in a suite, yeah yeah
or in a coupe, yeah yeah
spendin’ loot
yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah (money)
yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[verse 1]
and we buy, without lookin’ what it cost (cost)
feelin’ like a boss (boss)
riddin’ with top off
flip everyone off (f-ck it up, f-ck it up)
and it be like, and it be like (f-ck it up, f-ck it up)
and it be like, and it be like
hold my bag, yeah yeah
reach in my bag, yeah yeah
throw this money in the air
‘cuz you know that we don’t care
m.i.b you know we here
and we litty everywhere
yeah yeah, yeah yeah
and we litty everywhere
get off the stoop, hop on the coupe
feelin’ like biggie, give me the loot
shorty is a rida’, she ready to shoot
holdin’ the mac, i’m chasin’ the cash
she’s holdin’ the stash, she’s holdin’ the mag
while i’m chasin’ the bag, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
buyin’ everythin’, don’t look at tags
we don’t got no time for f-ckin’ nags
and i’m waitin’ for that advance (advance)
‘cuz them bands make her dance (dance)
she gave me 3 heads like chance (chance)
and she skate off like vans
and while we trippin’ off them xans
while we walkin’ through the sand
while we sippin’ back them cans
while we do that money dance
and i’m buyin’ all these diamonds
‘cuz baby you are my diamond
i wanna make you mine (mine)
you are my ride or die (die)
you are my ride or die
when i go and grind
you are my reason why
ima’ make it right

[verse 2]
she gettin’ the dough, look at her clothes (look at her clothes)
when she enters the door, from head to her toes (head to the toes)
it be gucci, prada, fendi, grand daddy es lo que prendi
she actin’ kinda friendly, while jumpin’ on my bentley
red bottoms yeah, she gottem’ yeah
all them hoes, she thot ‘em yeah
im guessin’ that she’s pimpin’, that laundry money flippin’
that laundry money flippin’, si se pone caliente
she whippin’ it, she dippin’ it
and her wrist is always drippin’
she loccin’ like she crippin’
but we both we flippin’ chicken (stir it up, cook it up, chicken pollo)
while we whippin’ in the kitchen

- 2ble jay lyrics

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