What Im Sayin by T. Bailey Lyrics
[Hook: T.Bailey]
Ok, im cruising in that whip I'm sliding' up I got my feet up
Been out here on the move, so you know I got my fee up
Bout time I grabbed the silver wear and plate, got my feed up
Been a long time but bitch I'm bout to heat up
Heat up, bitch Im bout to heat up (4x)
[Verse: T.Bailey]
I would be dumb to provide for you
(know what I'm sayin')
I'm far from a sucka won't lie to you
(know what I'm sayin')
They knew what I been bout way prior to you
(know what I'm sayin')
I can still hit without buying you
(you know what I'm sayin')
My niggas gone ride
My niggas gone fly
So please do not try
To make ya self relevant snakin around
The shit just don't fly
I po' up a 4 then I drown in that
We flippin' the paper we acrobats
We run thru them freaks like a pair of sneaks
(know what I'm sayin')
These hoes out clubbing like every week
(know what I'm saying')
You twerkin just make me think you a freak
(know what I'm saying')
Get Sugga daddies just to buy em thangs
(know what I'm saying')
They lookin ratty they designer fiends
(know what I'm saying')
[Hook: T.Bailey]
Ok, im cruising in that whip I'm sliding' up I got my feet up
Been out here on the move, so you know I got my fee up
Bout time I grabbed the silver wear and plate, got my feed up
Been a long time but bitch I'm bout to heat up
Heat up, bitch Im bout to heat up (4x)
[Verse 2: T.Bailey]
Bad bitch but she still do good for me
You lookin soft you are not hood to me
Stop fronting you know behind
And you been around a very long time
And still ain't make noise they death and they blind to you
Nobody important co-signing you
These bitches be knowing you sensitive
Which is why they don't confide in you
Don't cling to love, I just cling the money
(know what I'm saying')
What the hell really want from me?
(know what I'm saying')
I believed in me when I was bummy
(know what I'm saying')
Ya little bro think I'm ahead of you
Wish i was their brother instead of you
Driving the car that they wanna drive
They make that their goal, so they fantasize
These niggas still live in they mom garage
They really just good for an entourage
(know what I'm sayin')
[Hook: T.Bailey]
Ok, im cruising in that whip I'm sliding' up I got my feet up
Been out here on the move, so you know I got my fee up
Bout time I grabbed the silver wear and plate, got my feed up
Been a long time but bitch I'm bout to heat up
Heat up, bitch Im bout to heat up (4x)
Ok, im cruising in that whip I'm sliding' up I got my feet up
Been out here on the move, so you know I got my fee up
Bout time I grabbed the silver wear and plate, got my feed up
Been a long time but bitch I'm bout to heat up
Heat up, bitch Im bout to heat up (4x)
[Verse: T.Bailey]
I would be dumb to provide for you
(know what I'm sayin')
I'm far from a sucka won't lie to you
(know what I'm sayin')
They knew what I been bout way prior to you
(know what I'm sayin')
I can still hit without buying you
(you know what I'm sayin')
My niggas gone ride
My niggas gone fly
So please do not try
To make ya self relevant snakin around
The shit just don't fly
I po' up a 4 then I drown in that
We flippin' the paper we acrobats
We run thru them freaks like a pair of sneaks
(know what I'm sayin')
These hoes out clubbing like every week
(know what I'm saying')
You twerkin just make me think you a freak
(know what I'm saying')
Get Sugga daddies just to buy em thangs
(know what I'm saying')
They lookin ratty they designer fiends
(know what I'm saying')
[Hook: T.Bailey]
Ok, im cruising in that whip I'm sliding' up I got my feet up
Been out here on the move, so you know I got my fee up
Bout time I grabbed the silver wear and plate, got my feed up
Been a long time but bitch I'm bout to heat up
Heat up, bitch Im bout to heat up (4x)
[Verse 2: T.Bailey]
Bad bitch but she still do good for me
You lookin soft you are not hood to me
Stop fronting you know behind
And you been around a very long time
And still ain't make noise they death and they blind to you
Nobody important co-signing you
These bitches be knowing you sensitive
Which is why they don't confide in you
Don't cling to love, I just cling the money
(know what I'm saying')
What the hell really want from me?
(know what I'm saying')
I believed in me when I was bummy
(know what I'm saying')
Ya little bro think I'm ahead of you
Wish i was their brother instead of you
Driving the car that they wanna drive
They make that their goal, so they fantasize
These niggas still live in they mom garage
They really just good for an entourage
(know what I'm sayin')
[Hook: T.Bailey]
Ok, im cruising in that whip I'm sliding' up I got my feet up
Been out here on the move, so you know I got my fee up
Bout time I grabbed the silver wear and plate, got my feed up
Been a long time but bitch I'm bout to heat up
Heat up, bitch Im bout to heat up (4x)