Lakeyah - Easy lyrics

[Intro] (Reuel, stop playin' with these ni**as) I heard these b*tches runnin' they mouth, ni**a Tell these broke-ass b*tches to come add me up Yeah These b*tches bums, bro Alright Ayy [Chorus] All these baguettes on my neck, b*tch, I make it look easy Youngest goin' in, b*tch, I make it look light Sixteen bars, sixteen G's easy Two-tone for the frame, but the buffies all white Yeah, b*tch, I make it look easy, yeah b*tch, I make it look easy, ayy This sh*t way too easy, ayy I said this sh*t too easy [Verse 1] She ain't tell you what the problem is? Well, tell that b*tch to shut her mouth if she ain't poppin' sh*t b*tch, I want the Dolce & Gabbana, I don't politic Window shoppin' hoes, I just know they never coppin' sh*t Ran up another bag, all these ni**as gotta pay me I heard her new sh*t, I think shawty gettin' lazy I'ma drop another tape just to drive the game crazy I done turned my city up, now every DJ wanna play me, that's for real, ni**a [Chorus] All these baguettes on my neck, b*tch, I make it look easy Youngest goin' in, b*tch, I make it look light Sixteen bars, sixteen G's easy Two-tone for the frame, but the buffies all white Yeah, b*tch, I make it look easy, yeah b*tch, I make it look easy, ayy This sh*t way too easy, ayy I said this sh*t too easy [Verse 2] Ayy, put that sh*t on, now all these b*tches clockin' me I can't stay away from Wafi, so they watchin' me b*tch say she ain't a fan, but she gotta be I just clicked her page, I don't know her, but she follow me I ain't gotta fake no bags or front my sh*t I ain't had no bands like this, but I been that b*tch fu*k how much ni**as makin' if he got it and ain't give you none Now tell that broke mad b*tch to come and add me up I got a habit, I can't get enough of spendin' Expensive motherfu*ker, do this rich sh*t for a livin' fu*k around and buy it all, so lock the doors if I'm in Lenox Givenchy fur the coldest, give a fu*k about the ticket I done told you ni**as that I'm a bag-chaser, excuse me, bag-getter fu*k these broke ni**as, got more money than my last ni**a I'm a big stepper, real deal stepper b*tch raise her voice, she gettin' touched, I got a quick temper Bro, I just dropped ten off in Prada, barely like designer (On God) I get fresh just like Teyana, shout out to my stylist And I'm only nineteen, got more money than my father Money longer than my age, b*tch, I'm a motherfu*kin' problem Yeah, b*tch, I make it look easy Dog a ni**a out, I bet he still won't leave me Yeah, b*tch, this sh*t too easy Ayy, sh*t way too easy [Chorus] All these baguettes on my neck, b*tch, I make it look easy Youngest goin' in, b*tch, I make it look light Sixteen bars, sixteen G's easy Two-tone for the frame, but the buffies all white Yeah, b*tch, I make it look easy, yeah b*tch, I make it look easy, ayy This sh*t way too easy, ayy I said this sh*t too easy