[Intro]

(ayrtn tag)

Yeah yeah, uh

(Uh!)

[Hook]

Sipping on my maggy

Step up on my shoes

I’ll get to double tappy

Niggas funny, ha ha ha

They come like Eddie Kadi

All you niggas fassy, talking wassy, (ooh)

All these niggas preein' on my fasheen, (ooh)

After the show, hop up in the cabby, cool

Man I got the tooly in my handbag, (yeah)

Strap up with the bible in my handbag, yeah

[Chorus]

Man I step with caution, ‘cos I can’t lack

I’m in the Bahamas, bitch I’m stepping on some white sand, (damn)

I can’t see nobody through these shades man

I invest my money, make my money do a payback, (yeah)

You better do it different, or you fade out

Bitch it’s summer time, I’m tryna shine, I got my fade out, yeah

I don’t watch nobody but my own arse

Cracking on this fake security, I had to bypass, yeah

[Verse 2]

Niggas thinking that it’s sweet

Ain’t shit sweet ‘round here

My baby got brown hair

Big packs of the loud here

Talk shit but I don’t care

No beard, cute boy

Cute boy, so I make noise

Yeah I’ve been snaked so I’m paranoid

I can’t fuck, with you, anymore

Nigga shit like number two

My bitch, she bad and rude

My shit, hot like soup

On fruit loops, make loops

I cannot fuck with you niggas

I get to the figures

I be chilling with the gang (gang gang)

[Verse 3]

Cute watch on my wrist

I let it gliss, that’s a light ten

If I don’t like you, then, you’ll know that

I don’t beg friend

Money talks in the passy’ of N4’s Mercedes

Couldn’t care about your feelings

I’m just tryna get paid g

And I’m chillin’ with AA, D3, 5H

I had jawns from Bebo, MSN, MySpace

You got bands, I’ll take that

Bad one, got her waist snatched

Slave trade, payback

White airs, lace dat

(Uh)

[Hook]

Sipping on my maggy

Step up on my shoes

I’ll get to double tappy

Niggas funny, ha ha ha

They come like Eddie Kadi

All you niggas fassy, talking wassy, (ooh)

All these niggas preein' on my fashion, (ooh)

After the show hop up in the cabby, cool

Man I got the tooly in my handbag, (yeah)

Strap up with the bible in my handbag

[Verse 4]

Me, my niggas strapping, we ain’t lackin'

And she looking nice you know I’m finna blow her back in, yeah

I’m a paper boy, I get them racks in

Make it bang like cillit, and I make it do a backspin (yeah yeah)

Diamonds shining on me, chandelier

Used to be down bad, now I just wipe away the tears

Cheers!

All my niggas chillin’ over here

I got water on me, you can catch me by the pier, yeah

[Chorus]

Man I step with caution ‘cos I can’t lack

I’m in the Bahamas bitch I’m stepping on some white sand, damn

I can’t see nobody through these shades man

I invest my money, make my money do a payback, yeah