Lyrics Heavy stunts - Don Toliver , Yeat

Uh, uh, uh, hey (uh-huh)
Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah (hold on)
No, you is not mine (uh-huh, whoa)
No, you is not, I'm not the two, I'm not the three

My bitch bad (uh-huh, yeah), my money fat (uh-huh)
And I won't talk 'em, I'm goin' bray, I'm goin' cray
Bitch, I'm the one, I'm not the two, I'm not the three (yeah)
Like the check when it bounce (yeah), leavin' it (woo), when it in
How you gon' talk to me? You on the sideline, you is not mine
Yeah, you a dumb lil' cunt, no, you is not mine
Yeah, you a dirty lil' bitch (ha), no, you is not fine

I made a whole lot motherfuckin' money, yeah 'cause it's all mine (yeah)
I do a whole lot of motherfuckin' shit, yeah, 'cause it's my time
I do a whole lot, whatever I want
Chop his head off, shoot him with gun
I like head, yeah, I like the money
I like the big bag, I like the one (whoa)

You do what I say, you do what I say, you do what I say, yeah
We chop off his head, we chop off his head
We chop, we chop, we chop, we chop
I start a riot in this bitch (yeah-yeah)
Yeah, we could slide in this bitch (slide)
And I could slide in that bitch (woo)
1-7-5 in this whip, and I would never crash out
See, that is the difference between you and me (yeah)
You would pass out

Uh, uh, uh, hey (uh-huh)
Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah (hold on)
No, you is not mine (uh-huh)
No, you is not, I'm not the two, I'm not the three

Uh, who that? The boy, that big old sipper (woo)
Got racks out, it's bustin' out my zipper
In a Suburban with a big box, it's shipped off, it's gone (yeah)
Overseas, with a lil' bad baby, Chanelly and all (hey, yeah)
She bustin' down in the strips, it's reggaeton
Double C, get waitin', I'm out, when she gettin' it on (woo)

All these hoes were poppin' the mollies
Pulled off in a Harley (err), why these hoes wanna top me
Why my fans wanna crowd me? Tell me how this soundin'
We trappin' outta (we chop-) Downey, on top of the mountain
My diamonds got me (we chop) drownin'
Ha-ha, this shit a big-big business, smoke you down like a cigar

My bitch bad (uh-huh, yeah), my money fat (uh-huh)
And I won't talk 'em, I'm goin' bray, I'm goin' cray
Bitch, I'm the one, I'm not the two, I'm not the three (yeah)
Like the check when it bounce (yeah), leavin' it (woo), when it in
How you gon' talk to me? You on the sideline, you is not mine
Yeah, you a dumb lil' cunt, no, you is not mine
Yeah, you a dirty lil' bitch (ha), no, you is not fine

I made a whole lot motherfuckin' money, yeah, 'cause it's all mine (yeah)
I do a whole lot of motherfuckin' shit, yeah, 'cause it's my time
I do a whole lot, whatever I want
Chop his head off, shoot him with gun
I like head, yeah, I like the money
I like the big bag, I like the one (whoa)

You do what I say, you do what I say, you do what I say, yeah
We chop off his head, we chop off his head
We chop, we chop, we chop, we chop
I start a riot in this bitch (yeah)
Yeah, we could slide (yeah) in this bitch
And I could slide in that bitch (woo)
1-7-5 in this whip, and I would never crash out
See, that is the difference between you and me (yeah)
You would pass out (uh-huh)