Young Chop - I Think I Like That lyrics

[hook: Sasha Go Hard] I like my n***as body full of tats How he talk, how he walk, how he act Swag mean counting stacks in the back I like it how I swag with my flow Get my own bread, then I cop some more How the a** drop when I hit the floor [verse 1: Sasha Go Hard] Bread first, drama last I'm a real chick, I don't kiss a** Real b**hes get real money Fake hoes don't make money If you got them mad, shoot them down Every girl in the game want to take the crown Friendships don't need that Real love, don't believe in that My whole side don't chitchat Them the ones that get quick snatched Got a phone call Im on my way He got a beat ready for SGH My team's small, no baseball Her hubby through my call log Throw it back, fall back Hating on me f** all y'all A lot of n***as they say I'm weak When they see me, they quick to speak When they talking they ain't loud enough Same boys that playing tough Game her, stay in your lane I'll leave your heart down full of pain Got them stuck like a picture frame Beat the face up red paint You know my name, you know what I do I'm * money, b**h how about you I do what I want, I don't have to stunt I'm solo and dolo He rocking that polo I'm ready you know, I'm down for sure You can drop down to the floor Rachet it though, you silly hoe There's the door, you got to go [hook] [verse 2] I like a n***a on the grind Getting money all the time When he with me show me love Pay attention and he fine Counting money when he out Talking about it, what about If a bumb try to doubt Punch him dead in his mouth He got a cross on his chest With some words on the left Bad motherf**er swagged out gucci belt Got these n***as on my bumper Run up I will thump her b**hes stand tall, don't fall or I stomp her I walk up in the party and a bunch of b**hes mugging I'm guessing because they are mad Pockets small, like a bu*ton Schooling b**hes I'm the captain, line up don't bu*ting Spending my money, spend your n***as money like it nothing This exactly what I do Buy me AE and Jimmy Choo Make me smile like I'm a child Definition of the truth Talking to me, who are you? F-U-C-K Y-O-U p**y sweeter than that sweet Like its berry [hook]