Lyrics

(Believe dat)
I'm a certified A-Town ****, trap original
Did it analog, 'fore this shit was even digital
Big box Chevy, tinted windows riding selling work
Selling work
Never tell I rather go to heaven
I'm a felon
Yeah I know
Pray a bean at the end be the grand total
Low in the hood tryna duck po-po
Her face, my lap
Up and down, slo-mo
And I'm gon' go
I'm in your town
I hit your club and call your ho
But ya way too old and this ain't new
Respect my pimpin', you know how this go
Got to
Flip flop
Diamonds on top of my watch
I bet your bitch watch
When I'm hopping out of my drop
I'm a big shot
Money falling out of my pocket
Talking big knots
40, 50, 60, 70 thousand, yeah
(Thousand, yeah)
Shorty like me 'cause I'm certified
(Certified)
See the thirst in her eyes
(In her eyes)
Shorty like me 'cause I'm certified
Money seem to fall
It go down when we come around
Okay, we walk around town like a big player
Out the parking lot make it fishtail
All I care about is my bankroll
I don't really care about his share
Okay, cash out triple my real estate
And add to the money my kids will make
I'm up in D.C. tryna pale all this shit
But still head on the swivel for the pistol play
Got a big glock pointed on the side of your noggin'
Get your shit popped
Ain't nobody talking while I'm talking
I'm a big shot
Money falling out of my pocket
Talking big knots
40, 50, 60, 70 thousand, yeah
Nah, now what's up with all that
Yeah, yeah
We pull up on you
Bet you finna haul ass
Yeah, yeah
A mystery why I never called back
Sorry, she never saw that
**** be all on my dick
Because all of they bitches be on my ballsack
Damn
Shorty like me 'cause I'm certified
(I'm certified)
My Lamborghini fast, enjoy the ride
(Enjoy the ride)
She getting high yelling, it's a vibe
(Yelling it's a vibe)
As I pull off all her garments
(Garments)
Say she ain't ever fucked a star
(Nah, never)
(A star)
Girl I might fuck you in the car
(What?)
(In my car)
You you remind me of my Jeep
(My Jeep, my Jeep)
And I'll let you ride it
(Yeah)
Them other **** ain't fucking with me
(Nah, nah)
Shorty like me 'cause I'm certified
('Cause I'm certified)
See the thirst in her eyes
(In her eyes)
Shorty like me 'cause I'm certified
(Certified)
It go down when we come around
Okay, we walk around town like a big player
Out the parking lot make it fishtail
All I care about is my bankroll
I don't really care about his share
Okay, cash out triple my real estate
And add to the money my kids will make
I'm up in D.C. tryna pale all this shit
But still head on the swivel for the pistol play
Got a big glock pointed on the side of your noggin'
(On the side, yeah)
Get your shit popped
Ain't nobody talking while I'm talking
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm a big shot
Money falling out of my pocket
(What's up, shorty, what's up, shorty?)
Talking big knots
40, 50, 60, 70 thousand, yeah
(Yeah)
Certified
Fortified in these streets, yeah
Written by: Clifford Joseph Harris Jr.
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