Maybach Music Group - I Be Puttin' On Lyrics
[Performed by Wale][Featuring: Wiz Khalifa, French Montana & Roscoe Dash][Hook: Roscoe Dash]We popping bottles of the pink shit, take ‘em to the domeWe ain’t ever on that weak shit, always blowing strongEvery day we party until early in the morn’Put that shit on Instagram so they know I’m putting onI know you see me, yeah, I be putting onI know you see me, yeah, I be putting on[Verse 1: Wale]Work, I know you see me with your looking assWhat the ***** you looking atThis is MMG and we don’t speak to all you *****ing crabsGot a bunch of cash, but money is under famI’d rather be over-prepared than slippin’ here understaffedDid you understand I’m down to ride with my niggasJust a double M, you can’t ***** with them unless your certified to ride with usKeep the broads far above my business and my mind following the ditchesAnd I ain’t tripping off of potential, that’s another word for ain’t did shitWork, and I put D.C. on, we ain’t been this high since the E.RSee y’all niggas be some peons, talkin bout y’all be goneWhole time niggas wouldn’t swing, playing tee-ball[Hook][Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]Hundred thousands hundred thousands, I be throwing hundred thousandsI know why they trusting me cause I got all these funds around ‘emMy fan base consist of niggas with drugs around ‘emEducated sisters to *****es dancing with ones around ‘emI know you think all we do is have fun around hereBut I’m from a city where young niggas carry gunsDon’t single out any corner, its popping on every oneThey talking about what they going do, its probably already doneI’m running through cake, running through statesTake your one to the face every one or two cakesJust bought a new crib, that’s a wonderful spaceAsk me how I feel I got it so my nigga[Hook][Verse 3: French Montana]I be cooler than a mother*****erWanna hit the fans, selling work on the Internet, call it InstagramAnd you know I do it for my city, you know I’m putting onHundred racks on this clothes, a nigga putting onSelf made, self paid forty on my belt waistUnderground lobster feast get a shell faceI be twisted off of molly doe, chopped bricks karate doeCloset two floors safari doeBrown bag paper tag, nigga can’t pay for swagWe know we love the game but we hate to brag, MontanaMe and Rozay twisted on a boat watchin’ all you *****ed niggas choke[Hook]
