[Intro: YB Curtis & Klassy K]
Aye
Mane yeah you already know we finna turn up in this
Thing mane, we ain’t even gotta say too much with it
Like yeah
Haha (haha)
Mane y’all know me and sister finna kill this shit mane
And we ain’t got time for the fake ass shit
You ain’t fuckin’ wit it, you can hit the door
You can hit that bitch mane

[Chorus: YB Curtis & Klassy K]
Mane we finna blow up like nova (like nova)
You know we got the gas for the stove (for the stove)
Finna hit it four times like a four leaf clover
If you not with the gang, baby we don’t know ya’
Mane I don’t know you mane
And all you ho’s is lame (so lame)
Mane bitches they be lookin’ at me, and they don’t
Even got a name
Make a n***a rub my feet, feel like I’m runnin’ game
Yeah, we feel like we runnin’ game (we runnin’ game)
Mane these bitches they all be the same (they be the same)
Mane I can’t fuck with ho’s cause these ho’s be lame
DoorDash on a ho’, like I run me a train (like I run me a train)
Yeah, Niah bad, boujee, and ratchet (and ratchet)
I be chasin’ that money I bag it (I bag it)
Don’t speak on that n***a, you know that I had him (I had him)
I see it, I like, I want, I grab it (I grab it)
[Verse 1: Klassy K]
Aye
That be ‘yo girl Klassy K (Klassy K)
Get that money, go straight to the bank (the bank)
Ain’t got time for the haters, cause I’ma be straight (Im straight)
You lookin’ at me, you don’t know what to say
I write all my music like I’m ‘bout to write a essay (essay)
Do my own thing, don’t give a fuck ‘bout what the next say
Only worried ‘bout the check that’s comin’ on the next day
All I want is money cause that’s gon’ be my next pay (ah)
Now just look at me, listen up
Break my heart, and we splittin’ up (up)
Fuck a n***a, he trippin’ up (fuck that n***a)
Bitches slidin’, they slippin’ up (whew)
Get the check then I double up (whew)
I excess, I’m troublesome
Get the mic’ and I’m goin’ dumb (goin’ dumb)
Done with love, I’m goin’ numb
I can’t fuck with none of these bitches, they hatin’
My mama said don’t trust nobody cause they be snakin’ (snakin’)
Got my brother on my side, and you know we overtakin’ (over them)
Makin’ n***as slide, might as well say they skatin’

[Chorus: YB Curtis & Klassy K]
Mane we finna blow up like nova
You know we got the gas for the stove (gas for the stove)
Finna hit it four times like a four leaf clover (clover)
If you not with the gang, baby we don’t know ya’
Mane I don’t know you mane
And all you ho’s is lame (just lame)
Mane bitches they be lookin’ at me, and they don’t
Even got a name
Make a n***a rub my feet, feel like I’m runnin’ game
Yeah, we feel like we runnin’ game (we runnin’ game)
Mane these bitches they all be the same (they be the same)
Mane I can’t fuck with ho’s cause these ho’s be lame
DoorDash on a ho’, like I run me a train
Yeah, Niah bad, boujee, and ratchet (and ratchet)
I be chasin’ that money I bag it (I bag it)
Don’t speak on that n***a, you know that I had him (I had him)
I see it, I like, I want, I grab it
[Verse 2: YB Curtis]
Aye yeah
I see it, I like, I want it, I grab it, you know that I had it
Yo’ bitch she be trippin’, she really just want me, she be
All up on me just like she a maggot
She dance on my dick, I’ma call her a prick, and I really
Be plowin’ shit like I’m a hatchet
I know you ain’t no baby, but you really actin’ like one
I’ma take all yo’ shit, I’ma snatch it
Mane bitch you a pussy (pussy, bitch)
Why the fuck you lookin at me you wussy? (wussy, bitch)
I be touchin’ and rubbin’ her all on her tushy
She lookin’ at me and I know that she like me
I really can tell it cause she gettin mushy
Mane her pussy be wet and her shit gettin’ gushy
I really be whippin’ this shit like Cordova
Mane I really just want me a bitch that ain’t boujee
But she throw that ass just like she a nova (supernova)

[Chorus: YB Curtis & Klassy K]
Mane we finna blow up like nova (like nova)
You know we got the gas for the stove (for the stove)
Finna hit it four times like a four leaf clover (bitch)
If you not with the gang, baby we don’t know ya’
Mane I don’t know you mane (I’on know ya’)
And all you ho’s is lame (so lame)
Mane bitches they be lookin’ at me, and they don’t
Even got a name
Make a n***a rub my feet, feel like I’m runnin’ game
Yeah, we feel like we runnin’ game (we runnin’ game)
Mane these bitches they all be the same (they be the same)
Mane I can’t fuck with ho’s cause these ho’s be lame
DoorDash on a ho’, like I run me a train (like I run me a train)
Yeah, Niah bad, boujee, and ratchet (and ratchet)
I be chasin’ that money I bag it (I bag it)
Don’t speak on that n***a, you know that I had him (I had him)
I see it, I like, I want, I grab it (I grab it)