Youngboy Never Broke Again Never Stopping
[Intro]
(Oh, shit, 4reign, you cooked this one up, nigga?) Oh
(Ay-ay-ayo, Bleu)
Mm, you know I don't give no f..ck about no f..cking school niggas (SAUCEboy, shit, what you want me to play?, Say, Terrelle, let's bring the beat in)
Mm, mm, oh, hm, slow down, huh, hold on
Baby, get ya' roll, like—
Oh, I f..cked up
Tell her, "Slow down"
Get your roll on
Fuck that, let me start over, look, hold on, hold on
[Chorus]
Nene, I don't need your Chelsea, nah, nah
What's inside my pocket? That's Velveeta cheese, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Keep that camera lens, you play with me, I shoot the scene, huh, huh
Flip my clip then— huh, hit that bitch like— like mm, mm
I keep that shit inside my system to put up with you
I takе this money, buy my cars or some brand-new shoеs
I had to tell 'em give me bars for to catch my groove
I took that bitch and did her bad in my recording room
I gave that bitch some bands too
I'll see some shit 'bout church on TV then I turn it off
I ain't talking money, I walk straight off, I ain't tryna hear that at all
Bitch, get me on then top me off, my life ain't strict at all
Fucked up, but I ain't f..cked up, thank God I made it out
I'll throw you somethin', I'm turnt up, YoungBoy, I stay jaded
You gon' try sum', get your head split, you gotta be f..cking crazy
Bitch just want my money, she ain't gon' spend it on my baby
This bitch ain't give me nothin', she must thinkin' that she played me
I know that I ain't shit but this ho say that I'm amazing
Oh, bitch, slow down, told her get her roll on
Please, don't call YoungBoy phone, huh
They thought the legal beat me, bitch, I'm rich, he can't catch up
I ran it up, they see me and I'm barely showin' love
Put that bitch on TV, huh, huh, haha, I smoke that boy
All my bitches love me, I cut that extra ho like—
[Chorus]
Nene, I don't need ya' Chelsea, nah, nah
What's inside my pocket? That's Velveeta cheese, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Try me once, now want me to take you back?
Hell nah, huh, hell nah, huh, uh, hell nah
Ooh, huh
Bitch tryna get mad and dive in my shit, she tryna f..ck up my groove
Know I get mad as bad as a bitch if she can't get no shoes
Hop out that bitch, fit straight all rainbow, bitch, you know I'm a fool
Who? Mm, who? Who they talkin' to?
Whack that man and then I do my dance, like, bitch, I been the truth
Get them bands and do the running man, my bitch gon' bring my food, huh
Tell 'em f..ck 'em, I been hustlin', I won't leave the stu'
[Outro]
Ooh
(Oh, shit, 4reign, you cooked this one up, nigga?)
Uh-huh, YoungBoy, I'm caught up with steppin'
Bang out, I'm with it, whatever
(SAUCEboy, shit, what you want me to play?)
Hold on, I don't need your Chelsea, hold on, hell nah (Say, Terrelle, let's bring the beat in)
