🎵 BAH WHAT?! // by M2kk

2 ContributorsBAH WHAT?! Lyrics [Intro: Future] (Wheezy outta here) [Chorus: Jourdan Brothern] Price I want for a feature, you gon' need three digits Fucked up on another ho, then she gave me her digits She lovin' on my music, I can hear that shit playing Play with me and this chopper gon' be spraying like Bah bah bah bah, what what what what? Bah bah bah bah, what what what what? Bah bah bah bah, what what what what? Bah bah bah bah, what what what what? [Verse 1: Jourdan Brothern] I put it on God I'll never be sad Put it on God I'll never go bad I gave him twenty he better be glad Back then that was all that I had I can't fuck up on these bitches There's too many on me I feel like I'm Lil Baby, bitch put that pussy on me Hop out a Cadillac straight to a 'Lambo Just to take the top off "You use too much Auto-Tune" "That shit makе you sound like a fuckin' robo" Nigga stop talkin' you snitchin' on a snitch How the fuck y'all some po-po's? I can fuck on a ho, ho Whilе I'm poppin' a four, four, damn Why you snitch on that man?, Damn I'm so real, Dirty Dan, woah Yeah, I'm still cooking shit up, I need me a pan Woah, woah, woah I do what I want, you do what you can I got too much money to fuck on a fan Never too much money to pop on a Xan I got too much in my hand Got me a lil' baby, she gon' be a hero Got me some commas, I don' came up from zero's Niggas name Spider-Man, I name myself When niggas ask "Who is your favorite hero?" I feel like a young thug, feel like a gunner Yeah I'm on some slime shit I might shoot that nigga up, yeah he on that wastin' time shit Why these niggas wanna entertain us? We them dogs, you cannot tame us You niggas talk about being famous And I don't fuck with y'all niggas Y'all acting way too lame, uh I don't really give a fuck over just a hater Nigga you lame, you is just another baiter Treat her like slavery, Ima go and claim her And if you tryna play me, are you really insane?, uh [Verse 2: M2kk] You tryna play with me, are you really insane?, huh I ain't Rihanna but it's love on the brain, huh I got a ho, she is giving me brain, huh I think I am going insane, huh But she's giving me brain, huh All girls are the same, I just got a case I am on your case Jewelry in the case, I just broke the case She's giving me face, I am gonna use no mace Call me a maze the way Ima leave y'all Then come back and then leave again just like your father Because you got no father and no dollar Don't call me because I'm on a call with her You ain't a dog, bitch why you got a collar Bitch I got more than one hundred dollars And this bitch got more than a hundred fathers The way she be calling everybody daddy This bitch got big legs like a Caddy, ayy Bitch I just got a brand new Cadillac And this bitch is from California, ayy Bitch, you ask me to do a feature for you That's gonna be more than three digits, ayy Look at my bank account, it's more than three digits [Chorus: Jourdan Brothern] Price I want for a feature, you gon' need three digits Fucked up on another ho, then she gave me her digits She lovin' on my music, I can hear that shit playing Play with me and this chopper gon' be spraying like Bah bah bah bah, what what what what? Bah bah bah bah, what what what what? Bah bah bah bah, what what what what? Bah bah bah bah, what what what what?