Текст песни Aisle 7 (Remix) [feat. Lakeyah] - Lonni Monae , Lakeyah

Throw them Ps up, lil ass niggas
David got 'em dance hall
Poncho punch that shit in

I don't wanna talk about it, bitch, go and get y'all money up (money)
Hoes, man, I'm crackin', just it's time to get y'all funny up
Stomach in, y'all legas bitches thought it was a tummy tuck (bitch)
I'm playin' crazy, y'all go and get her brother fucked
I don't beef with hoes, we'll go and get your taco spread
Whole lot of racks, I forgot you hoes was fuckin' shit
All I know is trap off, fuck around and bust a break (throw them Ps up)
All I know is rap, you ain't made a bitch as cold as this

When you talk to me, speak correctly
Need a cleanup on aisle seven, 'cause it's gettin' messy
I ain't never learned no lesson from no bitch, so don't test me (fuck)
Put up with some zaa, you put up with some Reggie (hey)
Damn I'm high as fuck, I need a check to cash
I take a nigga money and I leave him on his ass (what?)
And he a teacher pest, so he think he get a pass
You will never learn the game if you always skip in class, bitch

All my pops nice, I got a $60 head
Nigga text my phone, I have to leave his ass unread
You can't out rap me, bitch, I said what I said
He brought it by the pound, he ain't fuckin' with them grams
It's not the truck, sayin' fat bitch, you can't ride
I love my main nigga, so I'm comin' off the sides
I know you said that shit, you just gotta come and try it
I really got deals, you just gotta come and buy it

Only 12 o'clock, been out for one hour (yeah)
I'm cracked for a hunnid, finna go and take a shower
I need some new Boks, havin' shopping spree at Towers
If she be my friend ass, I'm jumpin' in, I'm not a coward

I'm just playin' though, you can never beat our ass, we the Bang Bros (dummy)
Money green like the grass, I got a rainbow
I'm like my ex, he still fuckin' with that lame hoe (baby, that's some lame shit)
We just pulled up, fly as fuck on some plain shit
You just pulled up with your hoes, she a lame bitch (ooh)
We just pulled off some fag, got a lane switch
You just pulled up, tryna beef, I bet that thing sweet (ay)

I put my Louis to the floor, my AP hang out the door
I'm a rare foreign, baby, watch me get it mowed
I'm ballin' on their heads, I spent 2k on a coat
All this motherfuckin' water, I should go and buy a boat
Baby, I got receipts for every lyric that I wrote (every lyric)
I'm a breadwinner, leavin' crumbs for these hoes
I'm keepin' bitches pressed like a comb off the stove
Only answer for that paper, I'm puttin' bullshit on hold

My anxiety be killin' me 'round broke bitches (broke bitches)
Man, my skin get the itchin' round these broke niggas (broke niggas)
If that nigga wanna trick, it ain't gold digging
Take the top off my whip, watch it go missin' (aha)
Y'all relationship with money must be long distance
Cars are full of chrome in it, chain got BS stones in it
Run up on me, bet Kaniyia comin' for old bitches
We the Bang Bros, hoe fuck is wrong with 'em

For the ones sellin' pussy on the track, I ain't mad
But I make music for the bosses with the class
With the bitches with the bags (aha)
Who get the whole damn thing and not a half, from the riches to the rags
When you're back in 20 bands, you start gettin' good at math
Bitches poppin' pussy while I'm poppin' rubber bands
When is they gon' learn I'm never gettin' off they ass
My degree from university of makin' bitches mad (aha)

Yeah, no shade, body tea, always switchin' out my whips
That's why they call me Big Key (Big Key), you in a loud ass hookey
We can hear you down the street, on the way to fuck a dirty dick, nigga, for some weed
I can't be fucked with, flexin' up in towers like today, I'm on some buff shit
I'm like MC Hammer no, these hoes can't touch this (can't touch this)
I'ma keep poppin' it like I ain't talk enough shit, period

Broke ass hoes, I said these hoes can't fuck with me, on my soul
Whatchu tell these motherfuckers, Lonni?
Throw them Ps up, Lash, nigga, we're cute

David got 'em dance hall