Young Nudy - Andy G (2019)

Verse 1:
Ride in the car and it tinted (Tinted), yeah
I got them bitches (Bitches), yeah
I got them digits (Dights), yeah
Whole lotta money and winnin', yeah
Why aren't you trippin'? (Why aren't you trippin'?) Yeah
I got this stinky (I got the stinky), yeah
Smokin' on stinky (Smokin' on stinky)
Fuckin' yo bitch I ain't got no feelings (Nah)

Chorus:
Know that I'm winnin' (Know that I'm winnin'), yeah
Know that I'm gettin' it (Know that I'm gettin' it), yeah
Ride in the Benz (Ride in the Benz), yeah
Give me a ticket (Give me a ticket), yeah
Whole lotta money (Whole lotta money)
I'ma keep on gettin' it (Keep on gettin' it)
Y'all keep hatin', actin like hoes, cryin' like bitches (Cryin' like bitches), yeah
Take yo bitch, fuck yo bitch, you can get yo bitch back (Get yo bitch back)
Count the stacks, whole lotta money, bitch I love big racks (I love big racks)
Abraham Lincoln free all my dogs, yeah that's just real facts (That's just real facts)
Y'all niggas bitch, nigga y'all bitches snitchin on niggas and I hate that

Verse 2:
I don't starve, I eat (Yeah)
I fuck hoes, they freak (Uh)
Smoke big gas, not cheap (Yeah)
And my whip not cheap (Nah)
Everything I do, bitch I do it for me
I don't do it for them (Nah)
Bitch I gotta eat (I gotta eat)
I gotta eat (I gotta eat)
I gotta make it (I gotta make it)
I'm not a hater (I'm not a hater)
I'm not a hater
Why they be hatin' 'cause they say that I what?
Niggas sound crazy be soundin' like a fool
I get the money you know that I do (yeah)
Count these blues now I'ma stay true (What?)
True to my gang, I don't know bout you (Nah)
Y'all niggas snitch and that ain't cool (Nah)
I don't give a fuck, yeah fuck you too (Yeah)
Say fuck me, well fuck you too
Know that this um what I said, yeah
Know that you better believe it, yeah
Nigga I'm squeezin, I'm squeezin, yeah
Is you gon run when I'm squeezin
Shoot that, nigga I shoot back, yeah
Nigga gon' shoot, yeah nigga I do that
I don't get the bullshit, yeah slime knew that
Fuck a lot of hoes, all these hoes another groupie
Yeah, yeah, better top, yeah she ain't not stop
Fuck ya hoe in my Gucci flip flops
Kicked the bitch right up out the spot
I got the top from yo bitch throat
Niggas be hatin' 'cause they really some opps
Niggas be pussy they callin them cops
I call them shooters, I get niggas robbed
Yeah, yeah

Chorus:
Know that I'm winnin' (Know that I'm winnin'), yeah
Know that I'm gettin' it (Know that I'm gettin' it), yeah
Ride in the Benz (Ride in the Benz), yeah
Give me a ticket (Give me a ticket), yeah
Whole lotta money (Whole lotta money)
I'ma keep on gettin' it (Keep on gettin' it)
Y'all keep hatin', actin like hoes, cryin' like bitches (Cryin' like bitches), yeah
Take yo bitch, fuck yo bitch, you can get yo bitch back (Get yo bitch back)
Count the stacks, whole lotta money, bitch I love big racks (I love big racks)
Abraham Lincoln free all my dogs, yeah that's just real facts (That's just real facts)
Y'all niggas bitch, nigga y'all bitches snitchin on niggas and I hate that