Lyrics Startender (Mixed) - A Boogie wit da Hoodie feat. Offset and Tyga

Yeah, shawty got ass, she just got a tummy tuck
Yeah, startenders, run it up
Ah
Let's get into it
Watch your bitch
Yeah
Ah

Mmh, ain't fucking with no off-brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah

Ooh, I see it in you
You just left your man, that's too bad, ooh
Pull up in a foreign like skrrt skrrt
All up in your feelings, yeah you seem so hurt
Eliantte chains, now it's time to run it up
And the gang got a tool
So you know they one of us
Yeah, shawty got ass she just got a tummy tuck, yeah
Startenders, run it up

Mmh, ain't fucking with no off-brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli

Mmh, ain't fucking with no off-brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli

Offse
Hundred in my fanny, yeah (hunnid)
Running up the engine for my family, huh (fam')
Wanna hop on jet, take off your panties, huh (whoo)
Baguettes on my wrist and they can't stand me, huh (baguettes)
Cocoa on my Maybach like it's Freaknik (smash, smash)
Shoot the hundred rounds and get your
Street sweeped (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Patek on my wrist, this shit ain't cheap, cheap (woo)
Perky or the Addy, which one you gon' eat?
If we got status in the back then meet the Grim Reap' (static)
Green Lantern Lambo' with yo' bitch creepin' (skrrt)
He got to popping bodies so I let the TEC eat him (brrt, huh)
I put the Nawf up on my back, I get the M's and feed 'em (hey)

Mmh, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah!)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli

Mmh, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah

Bitch, I'm number one like I'm Nelly (Nelly)
And my crib all white like Belly (Belly)
And my bitch ride for me like Remy (Remy)
Popping shots, thug life, Makaveli
Send the cash to my celly
Have my nigga go get it
Then we split it like a splinter
If I'm in it, it ain't rented
Got the rims so biggie and my tires look skinny
Good pussy and you pretty
But you better off the Henny (yeah)
I ain't Ray J, told a bitch, "Wait a minute" (damn)
Diamonds on my dick
Told the bitch, "Come and get it" (hold up)
Shawty, you a star, got all these niggas wishing (yeah)
She gotta make it count, hit me up when you finished

Mmh, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli

Mmh, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah

Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head, yeah, shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, focus, yeah

Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah

Mmh, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch (bang