Lyrics Easy - Lakeyah

Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas
I heard these bitches runnin' they mouth, nigga
Tell these broke-ass bitches to come add me up
Yeah, haha
These bitches bums, bro
Alright, yeah

Ayy, all these baguettes on my neck, bitch, I make it look easy
Youngest goin' in, bitch, I make it look light
16 bars, 16 G's easy
Two-tone for the frame, but the buffies all white (ayy, ayy)
Yeah, bitch, I make it look easy (ayy, ayy) yeah
Bitch, I make it look easy (ayy, ayy)
This shit way too easy, ayy
I said, this shit too easy

She ain't tell you what the problem is? (Huh?)
Well, tell that bitch to shut her mouth if she ain't poppin' shit
Bitch, I want the Dolce & Gabbana, I don't politic
Window shoppin' hoes, I just know they never coppin' shit

Ran up another bag, all these niggas gotta pay me
I heard her new shit, I think shawty gettin' lazy
I'ma drop another tape just to drive the game crazy
I turned my city up, now every DJ wanna play me, that's for real, nigga

All these baguettes on my neck, bitch, I make it look easy
Youngest goin' in, bitch, I make it look light
16 bars, 16 G's easy
Two-tone for the frame, but the buffies all white
Yeah, bitch, I make it look easy, yeah
Bitch, I make it look easy, ayy
This shit way too easy, ayy
I said, this shit too easy

Ayy, put that shit on, now all these bitches clockin' me (like damn)
I can't stay away from wifey, so they watchin' me
Bitch say she ain't a fan, but she gotta be
I just clicked her page, I don't know her, but she follow me

I ain't gotta fake no bags or front my shit
I ain't had no bands like this, but I been that bitch
Fuck how much niggas makin' if he got it and ain't give you none
Now tell that broke mad bitch to come and add me up

Bitch, I got a habit, I can't get enough of spendin'
Expensive motherfucker, do this rich shit for a livin'
Fuck around and buy it all, so lock the doors if I'm in Lenox
Givenchy fur the coldest, give a fuck about the ticket

I done told you niggas that I'm a bag-chaser, excuse me, bag-getter
Fuck these broke niggas, got more money than my last nigga
I'm a big stepper, real deal stepper
Bitch raise her voice, she gettin' touched, I got a quick temper

I just dropped ten off in Prada, barely like designer (on God)
I get fresh just like Teyana, shout out to my stylist
And I'm only 19, got more money than my father
Money longer than my age, bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' problem

Yeah, bitch, I make it look easy
Dog a nigga out, I bet he still won't leave me
Yeah, bitch, this shit too easy
Ayy, shit way too easy

All these baguettes on my neck, bitch, I make it look easy
Youngest goin' in, bitch, I make it look light
16 bars, 16 G's easy
Two-tone for the frame, but the buffies all white
Yeah, bitch, I make it look easy, yeah
Bitch, I make it look easy (ayy, ayy)
This shit way too easy, ayy
I said, this shit too easy