P.A.H Lyrics

I got it bad

Got me on my Ne-Yo

Make a nigga so sad

And he like to see smile

So he buy me pretty bags

And he get a lot of money

He don't care about the tags

So i'm pulling all the strings

He ain't worried bout her

Been a bad lil ting from birth

I'm fresh off the custom

Pockets ain't hurt

Like egg on they face

Hoe ya shit is dirt

Might rock yellow tape

I'm fresh off the scene

Double cup in the spot

Can't help but to lean

They think they a doll

Like ho in ya dreams

I'm realer than most

N' they see it as mean

I stay on my grind

I stand on my 2

Chasing a bag ian worried bout you

In the party like i'm going ku

Nigga

Like

That's what baddies do

Word 2 Scotty

He know i got body

So he tryna Ahna my Mac

All in my comments

In person they don't say a thing

Cos they know that them niggas get smacked

Bitch get back

Like the Stunna Girl song

We know you hoes ain't like dat

Gotta move tact

I read em

Like they shoulda

Did they contract

Fenty on the lips i'm poppin

Watch them hoes clock

What i'm coppin

Taught them how

I'm Mary Poppins

Bum hoes cant go

Where i'm shopping

Like my fit

That cash essential

Fake friends

Fucking up my mental

Say my name

N watch em tremble

Like

Bitch how you sub me in a rental