Текст песни Mmmm YEA (feat. Cousin Fik) - Lucky da P

First thousand
Look look, uh

In my own lane, ain't shit in front of me (nah)
Boy, don't lie to yourself, I'm who you wanna be (don't lie)
Thousand or better, that's what she make a night
Big loose sleeve got me sleepy, I'm 'bout to say goodnight

I know I talk shit, don't mean to brag, but I'm a boaster
Bitch know she ain't talkin' though, then I'm a ghost her (bye)
Glock nine, infrared beam, fuck a holster
Hopped up on 'em with the bread, like a toaster

How you speakin' on my name but we don't know each other? (how)
You actin' like she just some game, boy, we know you love her (we know that)
I told her kill the bye-bye, we could buy another (good)
Hassan want her, he can have her, do your shit, lil' brother (shit)

I ain't tryna get involved, I'ma play the back (background)
But let the money stack up tall like K to Mack (my dawg)
If I give D's a call, he gon' spray the max (for sure)
This bitch gave me long jaw all the way to Sac

Ic ould teach a good game by the book (mm-hmm, yeah)
Vibin' on the beat, let me cook (mm-hmm, yeah)
If the bitch look, she gettin' took (mm-hmm, yeah)
But if she ain't talkin' though, she gettin' shook (mm-hmm, yeah)

Mm-hmm, yeah
Mm-hmm, yeah
Mm-hmm, yeah
Mm-hmm, yeah

She ain't talk about money, she get the dial tone
My pockets goin' up like the Dial Jones
Just countin' the M, I hit a milestone
Gettin' money in Miami like Willie Falcone

If she looked, then she took, these niggas cuffin'
She ain't gon' play by the book, lil' bitch think it's nothin'
I take a bitch down to Bowling Green, here in Kentucky
I have her fuckin' and suckin', all just for luck

I got the bitch from her baby daddy, he bummy
I took the bitch down to Alabama, see hoes in the country
I pimped a bitch out in Sacramento, she told me she love me
Her best friend came and chose up, now I'm breakin'her booty

I went viral, these niggas thought that it was AI
She got questions, I got the answers like AI
.36 like the mafia, you gotta stay fly
You tryna come up in this game, bitch you gotta stay down

I can teach a good game by the book (mm-hmm, yeah)
Vibin' on the beat, let me cook (mm-hmm, yeah)
If the bitch look, she gettin' took (mm-hmm, yeah)
But if she ain't talkin' though, she gettin' shook (mm-hmm, yeah)

Mm-hmm, yeah
Mm-hmm, yeah
Mm-hmm, yeah
Mm-hmm, yeah

First thousand