G.T. - Right Nigga lyrics
[G.T. - Right Nigga lyrics]
(Smerf, this your beat?)
(Smerf made this beat, boy)
She usually fuck with hoes
She don't like niggas
But I changed her mind
Guess I'm the right nigga
All this ice got her excited
This shit dancin' without no lights hittin'
It bitch toxic 'cause I fucked the soul out
Her and I might spin her
Ridin' in a two door coupe, I do the dash
Six hundred for my shirt
Two thousand for my pants
Thumbin' through the money
Broke another rubber band
Them niggas threw a ten
We just fucked up a hundred bands
We just fucked up Allure
Let's go fuck up Magic City
All they see is money
Flyin', brand nеw hundreds
This shit sticky
Ridin' in the coupe on my way to a bag
Fеndi face on my bag
What's wrong? You look mad
You runnin' out of money
That's just wrong, you doin' bad
You need to hurry up and
Get you some, lil' nigga, you look sad
If I don't hold the wheel
With two hands, nigga, i might crash
Money on the floor, lil' nigga
Watch me move like Flash
Walk in, Motion Gang, cameras flash
Some of my niggas move bag
Some of my niggas scam
Bitch, throw that ass
I'll bust another band
Hundred bands in twenties ain't fittin'
In no rubber band
Hop in, press the pedal to the floor
Break the dash they ain't seen this whip
Before, showroom floor, paper tag
She usually fuck with hoes
She don't like niggas
But I changed her mind
Guess I'm the right nigga
All this ice got her excited
This shit dancin' without no
Lights hittin' it
Bitch toxic 'cause I fucked the soul out
Her and I might spin her
Ridin' in a two door coupe, I do the dash
Six hundred for my shirt
Two thousand for my pants
Thumbin' through the money
Broke another rubber band
Them niggas threw a ten
We just fucked up a hundred bands
(Smerf made this beat, boy)
She usually fuck with hoes
She don't like niggas
But I changed her mind
Guess I'm the right nigga
All this ice got her excited
This shit dancin' without no lights hittin'
It bitch toxic 'cause I fucked the soul out
Her and I might spin her
Ridin' in a two door coupe, I do the dash
Six hundred for my shirt
Two thousand for my pants
Thumbin' through the money
Broke another rubber band
Them niggas threw a ten
We just fucked up a hundred bands
We just fucked up Allure
Let's go fuck up Magic City
All they see is money
Flyin', brand nеw hundreds
This shit sticky
Ridin' in the coupe on my way to a bag
Fеndi face on my bag
What's wrong? You look mad
You runnin' out of money
That's just wrong, you doin' bad
You need to hurry up and
Get you some, lil' nigga, you look sad
If I don't hold the wheel
With two hands, nigga, i might crash
Money on the floor, lil' nigga
Watch me move like Flash
Walk in, Motion Gang, cameras flash
Some of my niggas move bag
Some of my niggas scam
Bitch, throw that ass
I'll bust another band
Hundred bands in twenties ain't fittin'
In no rubber band
Hop in, press the pedal to the floor
Break the dash they ain't seen this whip
Before, showroom floor, paper tag
She usually fuck with hoes
She don't like niggas
But I changed her mind
Guess I'm the right nigga
All this ice got her excited
This shit dancin' without no
Lights hittin' it
Bitch toxic 'cause I fucked the soul out
Her and I might spin her
Ridin' in a two door coupe, I do the dash
Six hundred for my shirt
Two thousand for my pants
Thumbin' through the money
Broke another rubber band
Them niggas threw a ten
We just fucked up a hundred bands