My Nigga

Meek Mill, Lil Wayne, Nicki Minaj, YG, Rich Homie Quan

I'm talkin' 'bout puttin' on, ridin' out, Glocks in my ma's house Front you with that work (I done fronted niggas work, uh-oh) He say you want that head-up, but we don't fight fair, bruh Catch you slippin' from your backside, then knock you out Ace gon' stomp you out, then Buddah gon' stomp you out (Has mama ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?) Nine milli' pokin' out, four-fizzy pokin' out Death Row days, show you what this West Coast about I'd die for my motherfuckin' nigga Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga On the stand, I'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga Real talk, I don't really fuck with too many niggas 'Cause niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple And I never put a ho before my bro, don't beef over no ho And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door Hope you ride for my motherfuckin' niggas When it rains, it pours, it's dry for me and my fuckin' niggas, yeah I kill for my motherfuckin' niggas, vice-versa Eyes red from the Kush I blew, white person Got my middle finger on the trigger, and with my little finger to you niggas I swear it's fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas I said that I'ma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga (ow, Tunechi) Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas And I ain't goin' in 'less I'm with my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga (my motherfuckin' nigga) My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga, yeah Oh, I done spent a million dollars on my motherfuckin' niggas (flex) You catch me out Chicago with them motherfuckin' hittas (flex) Call up RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk to bring the trigger (ayy, Durk) And when we on the lean, we ain't fuckin' with the liquor (no) I'ma buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bitches (to the bitches) She keep likin' all my pictures 'Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and neck be lit up Catch you at the red light, have 'em screamin', "Caine, get up" ("Get up, Caine") Same nigga from the bottom, ain't a damn thing' change C-C-Catch me out in Collins, screamin', "Money ain't a thang" In a red Mulsanne, lookin' like I claim Blood And if homie ain't my homie, then I know it ain't love Screamin' out, "4 Hunnid," YG, that's my nigga (my nigga) 'Cause I been in the field, life on the line, with him And if it's really real, I'll prolly die with him 'Cause when I need thme choppers, I just tell Tak, "Hit 'em," what I said that I'ma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas And I ain't goin' in 'less I'm with my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga (my motherfuckin' nigga) My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga, yeah (I-I-I-) I-I-I-I-I-I just got two hundred fifty thousand dollars for a verse, nigga I-I-I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst, nigga? You nig- You niggas ain't got no joints Like they injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point I just come through with a couple bossy bitches They get money too, they some "don't cross me" bitches Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches And if we at the game, then it's floor seat, bitches I-I-I-I-I-I ride for my bitches I'm so fuckin' rich I cop rides for my bitches Dollar menu, fries, apple pies, other bitches I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta bitches Bitches, my bitches I need a nigga with some different strokes, Todd Bridges Shout out to my main bitches and my side bitches Need a nigga with some good neck, ostriches My niggas I said that I'ma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas (New York to Compton) And I ain't goin' in 'less I'm with my nigga Got YG with me, so don't get stomped in, uh-huh My nigga, my nigga (y'all know who the fuck it is) My nigga, my nigga (my motherfuckin' niggas) See, I done preheated my oven to 350 degrees, bitch My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga, yeah And when it come out, it's gon' burn you bitches like You better get your motherfuckin' oven mitt, bitch (Mustard on the beat, ho) Ha-ha Young Mula, baby

Written by: Calvin Broadus, Craig Lawson Dequantes, Decontay Lamar, Jay Jenkins, Mikely Wilhelm AdamLyrics © SILVIA'S MUSIC SERVICESLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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