Oh Yeah - Mo3

What you say Tre Dae, huh?

Huh

What you doin'?

Hahaha, sleeping

Oh yeah

You finna go to sleep?

No, not now

Why you up then?

Okay Tre goodnight (Oh yeah)

Goodnight

I love you (Goodnight)

Say, «I love you»

Goodnight (Oh yeah)

Say, «I love you»

I love you

I ain’t write this shit, you gon' like this shit

Niggas hatin', wanna bite my shit

Fuck on their hoe, I make her bite my dick (BNYX)

Niggas plottin', they gon' bite this stick

We went from strugglin' in paradise (Paradise, oh yeah)

We went from sleepin' on the floor (Yeah), to Fettucine, shrimp and rice (Oh

yeah)

I’m on the block (Yeah), I’m shootin' dice (Shootin' dice, oh yeah)

It’s time to pop, my young niggas sellin' green (Yeah), but other niggas movin'

white (Oh yeah)

And I ain’t never let a fuck nigga, so try and take some (Yeah)

Breathe to havin' baby, my babies gon' make a way for it (Yeah)

They know daddy gettin' cake, get the play, ain’t wait for it (They know)

And I just pray my baby mamas don’t hate, and keep 'em away from me

'Cause all my life I’ma feed all of mine, by any means b (Yeah)

I got partners doin' life for a crime, I still ain’t seen (Yeah)

I swear to God this ain’t the life that I wanted but bitch, I need it And fuck

a job, bitch, all my kids gettin' bigger, so look I’m skinny

All my life I seen nothin' but death (Haha, yeah), but death

I just wanna put a GRAMMY on the shelf, oh yeah (Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh yeah), yeah,

yeah

Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh yeah (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’ma scrape the plate 'til it’s nothin' left ('Til ain’t nothin' left)

Did it on my own, nobody helped (Nobody)

So I feel like, «Oh yeah"(Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh yeah), yeah

«Oh yeah"(Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh yeah), yeah

My pockets fat, used to be thin (Used to be thin)

That ain’t my nigga but, we used to be friends (Used to be friends)

I used to ride the bus, now I’m in that Benz (I'm in that Benz)

And we ain’t have much, just a little bit (Little bit)

But that little bit that I had, I went and turned into a lot

And then the hunnid dollar bill I had, I turned it to a knot (Yeah)

Fuck all them niggas that had switched up, they turned into some opps

My partner got locked, it hurt my soul because he turned into a cops

And nowadays these hoes ain’t no remorse, they just postin' and shit (Yeah)

Post after post, like who they fuckin', who they suckin' and hittin'?

And she say she don’t want that nigga, if he don’t drive a Bentley (What?)

And that same hoe stay with her momma, she stay boostin' and stealin' (Ha)

Lil' bitch you silly if you thinkin' he gon' make you a Mrs

And all these hoes want a ring but can’t do shit in the kitchen (No)

And all that ass you post on IG, he just waitin' to hit it (Yeah)

Soon as he quit it, you get mad, bitch, we know how you livin' (Yeah)

All my life I seen nothin' but death (Haha, yeah), but death

I just wanna put a GRAMMY on the shelf, oh yeah (Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh yeah), yeah,

yeah

Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh yeah (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’ma scrape the plate 'til it’s nothin' left ('Til ain’t nothin' left)

Did it on my own, nobody helped (Nobody)

So I feel like, «Oh yeah"(Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh yeah), yeah

«Oh yeah"(Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh yeah), yeah