Like Me

[Verse 1: Yuth]
I'ma go and fly that ticket
I just been countin' my digits
I just been ballin' all day
Gettin' tired of this shit I ran up a bag
Gotta give me a whip
Bitch, I got a question
I know you didn't pay for that bag, so who is you fuckin'?
Who is you talkin' to and is you comfortable?
(Hey, Kubus!)
I'll treat you right, if you give me a cup of that Sprite
I just been ballin', I don't need you
I'm the real, real Slim Reaper

[Chorus: Yuth]
Jump out of top bro – Jeff Hardy
Know a lot of people out here – ain't ballin
Know a lot of people that die for the shit
Should I know a lot of people that cry for their bitch, but die for a clique
I don't like you, every since I got a check – these bitches like me
Everytime I show fit – they gon' bite me
You can walk, talk and act like me, but you not like me

[Verse 2: Yuth]
This bitch said that I gotta worry
I don't really care, 'cause I'm rich and I'm fly as a bitch
In front of the villa, take a look on my fit
And then you'll get one, I don't take no shit
From nobody I'm a real big stepper, I'ma catch a body
Catch me in that paint with the rock, I'ma rush it
I'm fresher, I'm better, turnin' up on everybody (Everybody)

[Bridge: Yuth]
These white hoes love me like Elvis
Feel the pressure with the diamonds
Feel the pressure with the diamonds
I got VVS on it, this bitch want me to take her shopping
I don't want it, I don't want it
Cause I'm in the crib smoking marijuana

[Chorus: Yuth]
Jump out of top bro – Jeff Hardy
Know a lot of people out here – ain't ballin
Know a lot of people that die for the shit
Should I know a lot of people that cry for their bitch, but die for a clique
I don't like you, every since I got a check – these bitches like me
Everytime I show fit – they gon' bite me
You can walk, talk and act like me, but you not like me

[Verse 3: Yuth]
I don't need these guys
I'm a size winner, you don't got my size
I'm a big spinner and I love my pride
Don't waste my time, or you might just die
I got racks, now they wanna get courses
I don't like them, I gon' need them anyway
I miss once, now they say that I ain't ballin'
I don't really wanna keep him anyway
And I get the money every way, every day
I don't stop my gun for no bitch, dawg
Gettin' real money, get him all pissed off
I'm a big dawg, yo
In my spaceship I'ma lift off
They ain't got me, they be pissed off
I'm balling like a Pistons
You don't wanna fight me, look on my wrist

[Pre-Chorus: Yuth]
I try to keep it as simple as possible
I know you didn't pay for that bag, so who is you fuckin'?
Who is you talkin' to and is you comfortable?
But, um, that last part is
I'll treat you right, if you give me a cup of that Sprite
I just been ballin', I don't need you
I'm the real, real Slim Reaper

[Chorus: Yuth]
Jump out of top bro – Jeff Hardy
Know a lot of people out here – ain't ballin
Know a lot of people that die for the shit
Should I know a lot of people that cry for their bitch, but die for a clique
I don't like you, every since I got a check – these bitches like me
Everytime I show fit – they gon' bite me
You can walk, talk and act like me, but you not like me