Ransom lyrics

Intro:

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
Ou
What
What
Yeah
Aye aye

Chorus 1:

That b*tch got a man
I don't give a damn
Hold that hoe for ransom
In my hands
I can make her dance
Couple bands I can't even hold my pants up
Put ya f*ckin' hands up
I need ransom
Big sh*t (ugh ugh)
f*ckin' up the place
Kitchen (ugh ugh)
Whippin' up a cake
b*tches (ugh ugh)
All up in my face
Please move out the way
Money on my brain

Verse 1:

b*tch I'm still the man
And I was the man in my past life
Hit that lil bih from the back right
She better know how to act right
If she mad I give her mad pipe
My n*ggas come shoot ya lights out (ugh)
I take ya ex & ya wife out (ugh)
I might f*ck 2 in a night now (ugh)
Don't bring a knife to a gun fight
She wanna stay more than one night
That all depends if she f*ck right
I could show you how it's done right
Beast in the sheets I'm a cheetah
I earned my stripes no Adidas
These n*ggas begging for a feature
f*ck you pay me nice to meet ya
They like damn son where'd ya find this
This sh*t ransom
She said I'm the man (huh)
Shawty you so random
Pull up and he ran somethin'
This a jam (ugh ugh)
We got sticks we got drums this a band huh
f*ck me like ya man huh (woah)
She think I'm handsome (yeah)
Pull up in big sh*t
I need a pamper
Gang sh*t keep a blade b*tch
Call me Blade
I rock chains b*tch
Diamonds rain b*tch
Johnny Dang b*tch
I'm countin' Johnny Cash
Driving fast
I ain't pushin' no more Pontiacs
I got swag yeah yeah aye
Pre-chorus:

Ransom (ugh ugh)
Mother f*cka this that ransom (ugh ugh)
Aye f*ck f*ck aye

Chorus 2:

That b*tch got a man
I don't give a damn
Hold that hoe for ransom
In my hands
I can make her dance
Couple bands I can't even hold my pants up
Put ya f*ckin' hands up
I need ransom
Big sh*t (ugh ugh)
f*ckin' up the place
Kitchen (ugh ugh)
Whippin' up a cake
b*tches (ugh ugh)
All up in my face
Please move out the way
Money on my brain

Verse 2:
Jesus take the wheel
She just popped a pill
Takin' hoes for real
David Copperfield
Shawty on the news she missin'
Got 2 hoes on me they kissin'
I got bloods all around me like my wrist slit
Leave a n*gga really crippled on some crip sh*t
Scope
Spot em
Oh
Got em
Ghost riding
5k outie
She put a scar on my wait (f*ck)
She put a scar on my di*k (f*ck)
Is it this ice on my wrist
Or Is it the car that I'm in
Lit as f*ck (ugh)
We don't give a f*ck (ugh)
Look now we up (huh)
Henny in my cup (ugh shh)
Quiet on the set
20 on my neck teach a n*gga how to flex
Diamonds gone bite I don't train my pet
Shawty know I'm next

Pre-chorus:

Ramsom I need motha f*ckin' ransom
Yeah ransom
Yo b*tch on me think I'm handsome
Haha yeah yeah aye

Chorus 3:

That b*tch got a man
I don't give a damn
Hold that hoe for ransom
In my hands
I can make her dance
Couple bands I can't even hold my pants up
Put ya f*ckin' hands up
I need ransom
Big sh*t (ugh ugh)
f*ckin' up the place
Kitchen (ugh ugh)
Whippin' up a cake
b*tches (ugh ugh)
All up in my face
Please move out the way
Money on my brain
Aye