Not gonna lie I legit thought it was a 2016 song when I first heard it, I thought it was just one of those songs that I missed and didn’t hear at release
Verse 1: Drake] Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
Funny... this year I have felt so out of it and awful but this beat and the happy lyrics bring me back to those summers where my biggest problems were writing an essay or smth.. Feels good to be back
[Intro] (EarlOnTheBeat) [Chorus: Lil Yachty] I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South [Verse 1: Drake] Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby [Chorus: Lil Yachty] If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) [Chorus: Lil Yachty] I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby [Verse 3: DaBaby & Lil Yachty] My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (Yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) [Chorus: Lil Yachty & DaBaby] I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South [Outro: Lil Yachty] I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby
God loves you John 3:16 For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. :)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby
The pockets fat is oprahs bank account please don’t make me shake you down I know they’ve been waiting for a while so I made it count You need me like dollars that I owe to you the money power respect it’s all getting old to me you open up just like a book but you won’t fold for over me Your parents hate me but they don’t know me You’re the type I want to take on a flight overseas but your mom I will let you see tripping try my best but my best doesn’t win it ,
[Intro] (EarlOnTheBeat) [Chorus: Lil Yachty] I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South [Verse 1: Drake] Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby [Chorus: Lil Yachty] If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) [Chorus: Lil Yachty] I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby [Verse 3: DaBaby & Lil Yachty] My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (Yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) [Chorus: Lil Yachty & DaBaby] I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South [Outro: Lil Yachty] I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby
I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby
I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby
I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby Übersetzen in: Deutsch
I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby
I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby
I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby
The beginning almost makes me feel nostalgic... kinda sad. I can’t figure out what it reminds me of
1885 Saloon
The old school video game sounds.
Victor Muthoka yeah something like thattt
Same piano effect as “don’t stop believing” by journey
2016
The intro is catchy asf man earl the goat fr
this is giving me 2016 vibes
Same
Man same
Fr
Not gonna lie I legit thought it was a 2016 song when I first heard it, I thought it was just one of those songs that I missed and didn’t hear at release
Why 2016 ??
This beat is the original one
Thank you
Check mine out bro on my channel
Why can’t I read more
I wanna read more
I can’t read more 😂😂😂😂🤦🏽♂️
Earl such a beast
I like this chill beat its so calming wow I knew I like this one even tho I was trying to find first m instrumental it's great too
I was gonna say sum like that about the beat
One of the most underaopreciated beats
Verse 1: Drake]
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
Definitely not a remake. Thanks 🙏🏽.
Funny... this year I have felt so out of it and awful but this beat and the happy lyrics bring me back to those summers where my biggest problems were writing an essay or smth.. Feels good to be back
damn son, where’d ya find this
TerioBeats a Dj gets the instrumentals.
2:41 🔥
Sounds like it would go to a live action comedy slice of life tv show.
BRO WHAT IS THE SAMPLE IN THE INTRO MELODY
NEED THAT ASAP
Bette Davis Eyes Kim Carnes
AYO THIS LOWKEY FIREE
Perfect
The initial Part of the beat reminds me of Megalopolis SimCity SNES
I wish the song context was different and it didnt feature lil yachty because this is the type of beat that is nostalgic and makes you feel something
Will J interestingly enough I feel like Drake Baby didn’t really content w/ this like Yatchy did. He gave it character IMO.
Wym yachty killled it
Reflective and nostalgic beat. 2016 vibe
My guy Earl
Anybody know any other happy songs like this
Dram Brocoli also feat Yachty
Moon Walker by Trippie Redd
Armed And Dangerous by Juice WRLD RIP :(
Jarradhd?
[Intro]
(EarlOnTheBeat)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
[Verse 1: Drake]
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad)
Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo)
We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
Every time we step out, niggas look at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
[Verse 3: DaBaby & Lil Yachty]
My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go)
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (Yeah)
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh)
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill)
You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck you)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw)
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah)
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go)
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go)
Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty & DaBaby]
I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go)
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go)
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
captain marvel post credit scene
can you please do coffin by lil yachty
Yessir
earl sweet shop
Can i do this beat please 🙏i need yo permission🔥
Oprah!
What is this 808
Reminds me of a pink plastic flip phone
God loves you John 3:16 For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. :)
Thanks
Dam this shit for lil yacty 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Drake 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 dababy🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 this song be lil better with lil baby
Play it at 1.75 speed
Get rid of your fortnite pfp
ProdByCasper why
ProdByCasper Why?
@@marshy_union7387 one year later
chad wild clay
This songs a whole year old...it really doesn’t seem that old already.
Dat shi slap especially when it came out.💯
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad)
Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo)
We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
Every time we step out, niggas look at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go)
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah)
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh)
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill)
You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw)
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah)
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go)
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go)
Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go)
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go)
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
Literally sounds like Minecraft
I did this
Gunna and chris will sleep on this beat.
chris who? 💀
The pockets fat is oprahs bank account please don’t make me shake you down I know they’ve been waiting for a while so I made it count
You need me like dollars that I owe to you the money power respect it’s all getting old to me you open up just like a book but you won’t fold for over me
Your parents hate me but they don’t know me
You’re the type I want to take on a flight overseas but your mom I will let you see tripping try my best but my best doesn’t win it ,
mr fruit
[Intro]
(EarlOnTheBeat)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
[Verse 1: Drake]
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad)
Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo)
We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
Every time we step out, niggas look at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
[Verse 3: DaBaby & Lil Yachty]
My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go)
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (Yeah)
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh)
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill)
You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck you)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw)
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah)
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go)
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go)
Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty & DaBaby]
I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go)
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go)
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad)
Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo)
We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
Every time we step out, niggas look at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go)
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah)
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh)
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill)
You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw)
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah)
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go)
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go)
Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go)
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go)
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad)
Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo)
We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
Every time we step out, niggas look at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go)
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah)
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh)
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill)
You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw)
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah)
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go)
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go)
Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go)
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go)
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad)
Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo)
We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
Every time we step out, niggas look at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go)
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah)
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh)
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill)
You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw)
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah)
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go)
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go)
Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go)
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go)
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
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I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad)
Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo)
We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
Every time we step out, niggas look at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go)
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah)
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh)
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill)
You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw)
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah)
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go)
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go)
Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go)
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go)
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad)
Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo)
We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
Every time we step out, niggas look at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go)
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah)
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh)
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill)
You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw)
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah)
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go)
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go)
Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go)
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go)
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad)
Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo)
We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
Every time we step out, niggas look at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go)
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah)
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh)
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill)
You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw)
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah)
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go)
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go)
Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go)
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go)
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby