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%