What I Say lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Clayco, cook that motherf*cker up)

[Chorus]
n*ggas hate me, my lifestyle brazy, that's why n*ggas hate me
And I got a blueprint, b*tch, I guess I'm Jay-Z
I'm workin' hard, b*tch, no, I'm not lazy
I could tell you something—I've been flexin' all day
It ain't nothin', baby, 'cause I'm havin' my way
And it ain't nothin', shawty, you could have it your way
I ain’t frontin', dawg, I make money move and do what I say

[Verse 1]
I don't do frontin', dawg, I get a bag in every day
I got my Haitian plug, hey, what up dawg? [?]
I ain't sellin' none, I ain't sellin' none of this sh*t, I'm tryna get too high
b*tch, I think I'm ready to smoke this sh*t
Matter fact, get that paper, b*tch, I’m ready to sell this sh*t
I need my cash, I need all my cash, I’m ready to count that sh*t
And most of these n*ggas fakin', yeah, they fake as f*ck, they countеrfeit
I got anger problems, b*tch, I’m fly as f*ck, I'm throwin' fits
I been еagle dollar, ballin' every time I'm in this b*tch
She so nasty when she huh, all she do is keep on spittin'
I'm so nasty with this flexin', check my wrist, it'll make you sick
I'm so nasty with this spinnin', check my car, it'll make you sick
I was 19 and broke, now I'm 21 and rich
Most of these n*ggas ain't on nothin', hell nah, they ain't sh*t
They say I sip drank too much, I don't think I sip enough
They say I spend too much, I don't think I spent enough
[Chorus]
n*ggas hate me, my lifestyle brazy, that's why n*ggas hate me
And I got a blueprint, b*tch, I guess I'm Jay-Z
I'm workin' hard, b*tch, no, I'm not lazy
I could tell you something—I've been flexin' all day
It ain't nothin', baby, 'cause I'm havin' my way
And it ain't nothin', shawty, you could have it your way
I ain’t frontin', dawg, I make money move and do what I say

[Verse 2]
I make money move and do what I say
Make her booty move and do what I say
Make that paper move and do what I say
Make that paper move and do what I say
I go blonde hair drip with the swag, Mary Kate
I go blonde hair drip with the swag, Mary Kate
If I'm Jay-Z, then I guess my b*tch Beyoncé
I go big Nash status with the paper, yeah, okay
I go overseas, touchdown Paris, France, this sh*t brazy
Southside baby, but East Atlanta baby
Balenciaga, now I go Celine and Saint Laurent
I'm the look killa, I'm a young n*gga, f*ck your moms
I’m the top floor boss, I’m on the top floor countin' hundreds
I go Undertaker, hit the top row 'bout my money
I need cheese, b*tch, I ain't talkin' nachos, I just need my cheese
And I lost about a hundred G’s just in diamond rings
[Chorus]
n*ggas hate me, my lifestyle brazy, that's why n*ggas hate me
And I got a blueprint, b*tch, I guess I'm Jay-Z
I'm workin' hard, b*tch, no, I'm not lazy
I could tell you something—I've been flexin' all day
It ain't nothin', baby, 'cause I'm havin' my way
And it ain't nothin', shawty, you could have it your way
I ain’t frontin', dawg, I make money move and do what I say