$ILKMONEY – NAGA lyrics

(feat. Tyler, The Creator)

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
She be like, yeah
I be like, nah
I be like, yeah
She be like, nah
I be like, yeah
She be like, nah
They'll be like, yeah
She be like, nah

[Verse 1: $ILKMONEY]
Fuckin' that bitch in the back of the Popeye's
I was tryna get some Five Guys
Paint a nigga like some tie-dyes
Gettin' high, slingin' dimes when your cousin died
I need a perm like Andre, then cut it off all to a bald fade
Stashin' bitches in my crawl space
What's in you wallet? Bitch, I work for Allstate
Parlez, I need a mixed bitch like parfaits
Who read Junie B. Jones in fourth grade
With a big forehead like Sade
She always give me free tickets to the Barclays
Shoot, net, swish
From the 3 point line, I sunk the bitch
Any closer, I might as well dunk the bitch

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
She be like, yeah
I be like, nah
I be like, yeah
She be like, nah
I be like, yeah
She be like, nah
They'll be like, yeah (ayo)
She be like, nah

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
How are you doin', nice to know ya
Heard that I was from California
With the palm trees and the dirty water
And the nice thing, that's why I go the hardest
'Cause I never had it, had it, now I got it, got it
I'm a natural at it, need a cap and gown
'Cause I'm top of class, and I'm so sporadic
When I walk in the room, motherfuckers panic
I'm a, young man with a net worth
Young man, I'm a expert
I get neck like a stretched shirt
Bust quick, let this TEC squirt
It ain't not out yet like my best work, on god
Wolf Haley, the new baby, Luke Cage with an M-80
Lil' cool like Lupe, they "touché" when I say anything off top like toupée
T

[Chorus: Tyler, the Creator]
She be like, yeah (shut the fuck up)
I be like, nah (T)
I be like, yeah
She be like, nah
I be like, yeah
She be like, nah
They'll be like, yeah
She be like, nah