Hitmaka
Ooh
Shut up, (hold up) yeah
What kind of b***h do you take me for?
Ooh, is it my fault that I like to stunt
'Cause I got this shit on my arm?
And you can't play me
A b***h can't shade me
If it can't fade me
You know this shit ain't me
So you can't blame me
If I act a little different
These days
Things a little different these days
Feel a little different these days
Same old b***h
Same old b***h
I just move a little different these days
Things a little different these days
I gotta think a little different these days
Same old b***h
No I'm not trippin'
I just move a little different these-
Day after day go by
Can't nobody change my mind
I got money on my mind
'Nother woman tried to bang my line
Told her don't waste your time
Ooh, look a b***h in his face
Damn, he had shit to say (Na, na, na)
A b***h try to take my place
Shit will get lit today
Shit will get a little crazy
These days (These days)
Things a little different these days (These days)
Feel a little different these days (These days)
Same old b***h
Same old b***h
I just move a little different these days (These days)
Things a little different these days (These days)
I gotta think a little different these days (These days)
Same old b***h (Same old)
No I'm not trippin'
I just move a little different these- (Hold up)
What kind of b***h do you take me for?
Ooh, is it my fault that I like to stunt
'Cause I got this shit on my arm?
Ooh, look a b***h in his face
Damn, he had shit to say (Na, na, na)
A b***h try to take my place
Shit will get lit today
Shit will get a little crazy
These days