Yung Exclusive - That Part (Remix) lyrics

[Hook] Me no conversate with the fake, that part All my b**hes independent b**hes, that part I just want the paper, that part All my b**hes flavored [Verse 1] Come f** with me when I'm in your city babe p**y on my mind, I did 100 on the dial Pull up and I smash, no love in our mash house Get the paper, get the paper 'til I cash out Now I'm in the spot, too deep in this motherf**er Lot of Henny, lot of weed in this motherf**er Know a lot of n***as clappin' in this motherf**er I'm the only n***a trappin' in t motherf**er Never listen when they say they done made hoes Then we get to the pesos Yeah, you know I love the sauce like prego She give me face when I say so [Pre-Hook] She a bad b**h, can't trust her [?] only game, cuff her She know I ain't big on titles She know we won't be an item We gettin' used to the cycle I'm gettin' used to this life I've got a lot of new haters They wanna hang me to dry [Hook] Me no conversate with the fake, that part All my b**hes independent b**hes, that part I just want the paper, that part All my b**hes flavored [Verse 2] Come f** with me if I'm in the city Got too much on my mind, yeah, got labels on my line, yeah Wanna pull up to that car like too much here to choose from I thought I lost a bad one, I problem on a new one I took Bacardi Barbies, ride me like a Harley Chop 'em down to 'em, wonder what that mouth do Gotta switch the subject, I been gettin' mad cheques Flyin', flyin' solo, tryna make my own though [Pre-Hook] She a bad b**h, can't trust her [?] only game, cuff her She know I ain't big on titles She know we won't be an item We gettin' used to the cycle I'm gettin' used to this life I've got a lot of new haters They wanna hang me to dry [Hook] Me no conversate with the fake, that part All my b**hes independent b**hes, that part I just want the paper, that part All my b**hes flavored