[Intro:]
Ah no the fights out
somebody s about to get their lightsknocked out
A little opera for ya
CapricornCash MoneyNiveaJive/ MissNivea

[Chorus:]
Front with me like you s a real baller
And Ibe like Yeah...YaYaYa
With that other chicken trying to make mejealous
And I be like Yeah...YaYaYa
Getting all salty cause I m hangingout
Girl I be like Yeah...YaYaYa
All them loud words coming out yourmouth
Boy I be like Yeah...YaYaYa.

[Verse 1:]
ATL wherethem pimpsballers and the hustlers swell
I met a fly guy then we switchedthe cells
Under the influence so I can hardly tell
If he was the one forme
Popy doing thispopy doing that
Big thangs under the Cadillac
I mtightthoroughbredspread it like butter
Walk threw the club ni**as be likewhat tha
Shorty throwing money at me like he s a pitcher
Maybe on theweekend or something I get witcha
We did the damn thang and you was allcrazy
Now you want to pull me up like I m yourlady.

[Chorus:]
Front with me like you s a real baller
And Ibe like Yeah...YaYaYa
With that other chicken trying to make mejealous
And I be like Yeah...YaYaYa
Getting all salty cause I m hangingout
Girl I be like Yeah...YaYaYa
All them loud words coming out yourmouth
Boy I be like Yeah...YaYaYa.

[Verse 2:]
Hey ladieswhat s the word?
Some of these cats got a lot of nerve
Trying to rungamebut I m about to serve
Gotta have dough cause I love to splurge. Gucciand Fendi
Come scoop me up on your motorcycle
Once we get alone then youcan rock the result
And if you promise to treat me right
Boy i guarantee Ikeep this thing locked tight
You thugged out with a lot of loot
SweetheartI m so proud of you
But I m not going you break the rules
What you did toget ityou need to do to keep it.

[Chorus:]
Front with me likeyou s a real baller
And I be like Yeah...YaYaYa
With that other chickentrying to make me jealous
And I be like Yeah...YaYaYa
Getting all saltycause I m hanging out
Girl I be like Yeah...YaYaYa
All them loud wordscoming out your mouth
Boy I be likeYeah...YaYaYa.

[Vamp:]
Hey can you feel the brand newday
All my superstars came out to play
To see the thug child from aroundthe way
This type of thig happens like everyday.

[Rap (LilWayne):]
I keep it real and intensive
Me no speak YaYa cause my grillis expensive
Don t mean to be offensive
I know you probably run across abunch of scrubs
With dis-functioned tonges
All in your mugtalk a wholebunch umm
But me I just want your love
Me I m bucch of thug/ Big heart butI punctured some
But I m trying to patch it up with a bunch of hugs
ForrealI ain t just talking whatever mommy
We could get together and make abunch of us
And I know a bunch of girlscreate a bunch of fuss
Over youngwiz but I m getting at Niv holla
Don t brother me with your yada
I m goodwith little mama and she good with big papa
I m hood and she realproper
ATL Shorty and New Orleans Don Dada
Anything Else isYaYaYa

[Chorus:]
Front with me like you s a realballer
And I be like Yeah...YaYaYa
With that other chicken trying tomake me jealous
And I be like Yeah...YaYaYa
Getting all salty cause I mhanging out
Girl I be like Yeah...YaYaYa
All them loud words coming outyour mouth
Boy I be like Yeah...YaYaYa.

Front with me like you s areal baller
And I be like Yeah...YaYaYa
With that other chicken tryingto make me jealous
And I be like Yeah...YaYaYa
Getting all salty causeI m hanging out
Girl I be like Yeah...YaYaYa
All them loud words comingout your mouth
Boy I be like Yeah...YaYaYa.

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