Ya Mean - French Montana, Uncle Murda

Yuh

(In this perpetual XXXX day)

Shit done changed

(Evil Empire)

Shit don’t kill you dead nigga

You gon wind up being brain dead

(Can you slow into another night)

Either way we fucked up

(Oh yeah, oh yeah)

La Musica de Harry Fraud

My G’s up (ya mean)

G’s up (ya mean)

Bent white (ya mean)

China white (ya mean)

Drink of purp (ya mean)

Smoke purp (ya mean)

Brown bag (ya mean)

Paper tag (ya mean)

I got a rush like I just beat a Fed case

Shorty blushing like I just bought her ten bracelets

My youngin 19 with 12 baby mommas

Other nigga caught 12 for not paying homage

Chicks all love him, fits all colors

Seats all butters you niggas all suckers

Sneak dissin 3 kitchens got a heat wave

I’m a star 5 star fuck a cheap steak

You cheap skate may feel like you’ve won

Half my niggas locked the other half on the run

Billy Ocean on them hoes sink your jaws off

Whip clean mouth dirty knock them walls off

Look at the jewlery drippin, damn ill

Look at the Bently, look at the wheels

Look at the pigs hating because they can’t afford it (they can’t)

They got to work overtime just to pay their mortgage

They throwing up on they self I got em upset (they mad)

I be blowing money, they live check to check

Yeah that’s me big pimpin with a chick or two

I get the pussy, I don’t take it like Mystikal

I’m Dirk when it’s crunch time y’all can’t hold him

Oh you coming off the bench you Lamar Odom

I spaz on niggas I’m Ron Artest

They LeBron in the 4th quarter with no heart left