Ah no the fights out   Somebody's about to get their lights knocked out   A little opera for ya   Capricorn, Cash Money, Nivea, Jive, Miss Nivea      Front with me like you's a real baller   And I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya   With that other chicken trying to make me jealous   And I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya   Getting all salty 'cause I'm hanging out   Girl I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya   All them loud words coming out your mouth   Boy I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya      ATL where them pimps, ballers and the hustlers swell   I met a fly guy then we switched the cells   Under the influence so I can hardly tell   If he was the one for me   Popy doing this, popy doing that   Big thangs under the Cadillac      I'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butter   Walk threw the club nigga as be like what tha   Shorty throwing money at me like he's a pitcher   Maybe on the weekend or something I get witcha   We did the damn thang and you was all crazy   Now you want to pull me up like I'm your lady      Front with me like you's a real baller   And I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya   With that other chicken trying to make me jealous   And I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya   Getting all salty 'cause I'm hanging out   Girl I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya   All them loud words coming out your mouth   Boy I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya      Hey ladies, what's the word?   Some of these cats got a lot of nerve   Trying to run game, but I'm about to serve   Gotta have dough 'cause I love to splurge, Gucci and Fendi   Come scoop me up on your motorcycle   Once we get alone then you can rock the result   And if you promise to treat me right      Boy I guarantee I keep this thing locked tight   You thugged out with a lot of loot   Sweetheart, I'm so proud of you   But I'm not going you break the rules   What you did to get it, you need to do to keep it      Front with me like you's a real baller   And I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya   With that other chicken trying to make me jealous   And I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya   Getting all salty 'cause I'm hanging out   Girl I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya   All them loud words coming out your mouth   Boy I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya      Hey can you feel the brand new day   All my superstars came out to play   To see the thug child from around the way   This type of thig happens like everyday      I keep it real and intensive   Me no speak Ya,Ya 'cause my grill is expensive   Don't mean to be offensive   I know you probably run across a bunch of scrubs   With disfunctioned tonges   All in your mug, talk a whole bunch umm   But me I just want your love      Me I'm bucch of thug   Big heart but I punctured some   But I'm trying to patch it up with a bunch of hugs   For real, I ain't just talking whatever mommy   We could get together and make a bunch of us   And I know a bunch of girls, create a bunch of fuss   Over young wiz but I'm getting at Niv holla      Don't brother me with your yada   I'm good with little mama and she good with big papa   I'm hood and she real proper   ATL Shorty and New Orleans Don Dada   Anything Else is Ya,Ya,Ya      Front with me like you's a real baller   And I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya   With that other chicken trying to make me jealous   And I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya   Getting all salty 'cause I'm hanging out   Girl I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya   All them loud words coming out your mouth   Boy I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya      Front with me like you's a real baller   And I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya   With that other chicken trying to make me jealous   And I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya   Getting all salty 'cause I'm hanging out   Girl I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya   All them loud words coming out your mouth   Boy I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya