[Intro]
Ugh...
It feels good
If it feels good don't even fire again, you know
Get up man, real talk in New York for u man
Ooh

[Verse 1]
Its all eyes on me like Mr. Shakur
So they wanna f**k you right in the door
Chicks coma around and put chest in the chore
So i ain't a playa that need a assist to score
Any messes with shore
The criss on that craw
Climb on a couch kick off the Christian Diors
I don't pop till a spend my pist on that boy
But i do it again if you miss me before
Its no big deal
I have so a big will
And them little cars with those big wheels
Put a little box for them all big steels
Pretty little chicks in those big heels for me, it never gets old
Most girls is diggers who ain't going never hit gold
I get under the sun when the weather gets cold
8,4,5 when the 7 gets old
[Chorus]
Aye, Aye
Stop that mamma
Can't u see that I'm a east-coast stunter?
Aye, aye
You must misunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over
Aye, Aye
Why u looking like before
I'm gun, you can run, no need for conversation
No need for conversation

[Verse 2]
Now see you the type to get too hyper
Maybe 'cause your chick like me
But i'm a black card swiper, thats just tighter
And you don't give her dick like me
They say i'm the slickest since Carter dropped
The girls jumped to it with Vince Carter's hops
Its the truck with the 20" star in stops
That have im not blowin
If he staying to going
The stairs at the ear will be saying he's glowing
And they like my style in the way i been throwing
But thats when i butt in and they say that im blowing
Now you could make the choose if u're staying or going Girl
We could go any place in the world
In the jet whole 12 so we space ass hell ,girl
Nobody in the streetz is gonna hear
That you given 40.000 feet in the air
[Chorus]
Aye, Aye
Stop that mamma
Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah?
Aye, aye
U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over
Aye, Aye
Why u looking like before i'm gun
U can run
No need for conversation
No need for conversation

[Verse 3]
Most lanes track allongs
Brack some songs
But can't keep with up like a bag of done's
Keep frontin like you spend
But your bag is lighter and lighter then micheals skin
But the other hand
Im the kind of brother man
With 50.000 of ice just the butter hand
Bentley, braclend, rock yourself a fan
In the zone that the teller time in them other land
Girls spred them legs ain't day im pragnum
Its the most to got, neon magnum
In the 22" with some brother who's schine
Thats why everbody want a mother like mine
A bralley be, with a walleys be
That ain't bigger dude's thats smove since balleys be
Girl you need to make your move
The eagles i f**ked by the lakers crew
Haha
[Chorus]
Aye, Aye
Stop that mamma
Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah?
Aye, aye
U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over
Aye, Aye
Why u looking like before i'm gun
U can run
No need for conversation
No need for conversation
Aye, Aye
Stop that mamma
Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah?
Aye, aye
U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over
Aye, Aye
Why u looking like before i'm gun
U can run
No need for conversation
No need for conversation