Текст песни Everybody - Dae Dae , Paper Lovee

(Got that gas)

Everybody talkin' 'bout they gon' get it if they pretty
They been pretty for a minute, them lil' niggas just wan' get it, yeah
Everybody pop out on they pictures with them Benjis
I pulled up on the kid and found out he wan' really get it, yeah
Everybody talkin' 'bout they gon' go and cop that Bentley
How you gon' cop that Bentley if you ain't outchea tryna get it? Yeah
Everybody postin' pictures with they bitches, all in they glitters
But when they break up, how they have you lookin' silly? Yeah

How they have you lookin' silly? Yeah
They outchea chasin' Benjis, I'm chasin' Benjis
I'm tryna ball like Diddy, yeah
Told my nigga if you with me and you go against me
I'ma have to kill you and he know that I wan' get it, yeah
My niggas know I wan' plan, yeah
My niggas know what I'm sayin', yeah
I'm just sayin' that the rest is further, bro
All that shit come with the hand
And those niggas is on the map
'Cause if I'm the man, you the man, we the man
And I thug with the Bloods, so I be the man
I know my lil' nigga tough 'cause we beat him, man
Everybody talkin' 'bout how they got this and that
I got Gucci, I got Louis, I mix and match
Hit the mall, I want it all, I'ma spend some racks
I miss my brother, but I always brazy rich or bad
You see that 'Rari outside, I fucked your bitch in that
Got a brand new Sprite in my bathroom, I'ma catch it, yeah
I lost my ho, ain't fuck 'round, got all my bitches back
I brought the knock on these niggas and I flex back

Everybody talkin' 'bout they gon' get it if they pretty
They been pretty for a minute, them lil' niggas just wan' get it, yeah
Everybody pop out on they pictures with them Benjis
I pulled up on the kid and found out he wan' really get it, yeah
Everybody talkin' 'bout they gon' go and cop that Bentley
How you gon' cop that Bentley if you ain't outchea tryna get it? Yeah
Everybody postin' pictures with they bitches, all in they glitters
But when they break up, how they have you lookin' silly? Yeah

Everybody talkin' 'bout how they havin' hundreds
How they stuntin', boy, you cap, you know you want it, boy, you silly
I got pointers on my rings, I got pointers that gon' squeeze
I got Robins on my jeans, young nigga drippin'
I got cars with no keys, I got broads waitin' on me
I got God, he with me, I got choppers in that Jeep
I got cash sit with me, lot of cash that's on me
Lot of bag that's on me, ain't no playin', time to eat
And it's still run your racks up
And I'm still in that black truck, yeah
And it's still fuck your set, what?
And you still beat my ears up, huh? What?

Everybody talkin' 'bout they gon' get it if they pretty
They been pretty for a minute, them lil' niggas just wan' get it, yeah
Everybody pop out on they pictures with them Benjis
I pulled up on the kid and found out he wan' really get it, yeah
Everybody talkin' 'bout they gon' go and cop that Bentley
How you gon' cop that Bentley if you ain't outchea tryna get it? Yeah
Everybody postin' pictures with they bitches, all in they glitters
But when they break up, how they have you lookin' silly? Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah
How they gon' get it? Yeah
They can't really get it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They know they can't get it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah