Ah no the fights out somebody's

about to get their lights knocked out

A little opera for ya

Capricorn, Cash Money, Nivea, Jive

Miss Nivea



Chorus

Front with me like you's a real baller

And I be like Yeah...Ya, Ya, Ya

With that other chicken trying to make me jealous

And I be like Yeah...Ya, Ya, Ya

Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out

Girl I be like Yeah...Ya, Ya, Ya

All them loud words coming out your mouth

Boy I be like yeah...Ya, Ya, Ya



ATL where them pimps, ballers, and the hustlers swell

I met a fly guy then we switched the cells

Under the influence so I can hardly tell

If he was the one for me

Popy doing this, popy doing that

Big thangs under the Cadillac

I'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butter

Walk threw the club bitch be like what tha

Shorty throwing money at me like he's a pitcher

Maybe on the weekend or something I get witcha

We did the damn thang and you was all crazy

Now you want to pull me up like I'm your lady



Chorus



Hey ladies, what's the word?

Some of these cats got a lot of nerve

Trying to run game, but I'm about to serve

Gotta have dough cause I love to splurge

Gucci and Fendi

Come scoop me up on your motorcycle

Once we get alone then you can rock the result

And if you promise to treat me right

Boy I guarantee I keep this thing locked tight

You thugged out with a lot of loot

Sweetheart I'm so proud of you

But I'm not going to let you break the rules

What you did to get it, you need to do to keep it



Chorus



Hey can you feel the brand new day

All my super stars came out to play

To see the thug child from around the way

This type of thing happens like every