Lil' Yachty Feat. Drake & DaBaby - "Oprah's Bank Account" (Instrumental) (OFFICIAL VERSION) 

this really is the original, how the hell y'all get this lol

The beginning almost makes me feel nostalgic... kinda sad. I can’t figure out what it reminds me of

The intro is catchy asf man earl the goat fr

this is giving me 2016 vibes

I like this chill beat its so calming wow I knew I like this one even tho I was trying to find first m instrumental it's great too

Earl such a beast

One of the most underaopreciated beats

This beat is the original one Thank you

damn son, where’d ya find this

2:41 🔥

Definitely not a remake. Thanks 🙏🏽.

Funny... this year I have felt so out of it and awful but this beat and the happy lyrics bring me back to those summers where my biggest problems were writing an essay or smth.. Feels good to be back

This songs a whole year old...it really doesn’t seem that old already.

Verse 1: Drake] Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby

Sounds like it would go to a live action comedy slice of life tv show.

Perfect

Reflective and nostalgic beat. 2016 vibe

BRO WHAT IS THE SAMPLE IN THE INTRO MELODY

AYO THIS LOWKEY FIREE

Yessir

My guy Earl

The initial Part of the beat reminds me of Megalopolis SimCity SNES

I wish the song context was different and it didnt feature lil yachty because this is the type of beat that is nostalgic and makes you feel something

[Intro] (EarlOnTheBeat) [Chorus: Lil Yachty] I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South [Verse 1: Drake] Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby [Chorus: Lil Yachty] If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) [Chorus: Lil Yachty] I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby [Verse 3: DaBaby & Lil Yachty] My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (Yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) [Chorus: Lil Yachty & DaBaby] I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South [Outro: Lil Yachty] I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby

Jarradhd?

Thanks

earl sweet shop

captain marvel post credit scene

Oprah!

Can i do this beat please 🙏i need yo permission🔥

Anybody know any other happy songs like this

Reminds me of a pink plastic flip phone

What is this 808

can you please do coffin by lil yachty

I did this

chad wild clay

Dam this shit for lil yacty 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Drake 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 dababy🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 this song be lil better with lil baby

God loves you John 3:16 For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. :)

Literally sounds like Minecraft

Play it at 1.75 speed

I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby

mr fruit

Gunna and chris will sleep on this beat.

The pockets fat is oprahs bank account please don’t make me shake you down I know they’ve been waiting for a while so I made it count You need me like dollars that I owe to you the money power respect it’s all getting old to me you open up just like a book but you won’t fold for over me Your parents hate me but they don’t know me You’re the type I want to take on a flight overseas but your mom I will let you see tripping try my best but my best doesn’t win it ,

[Intro] (EarlOnTheBeat) [Chorus: Lil Yachty] I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South [Verse 1: Drake] Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby [Chorus: Lil Yachty] If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) [Chorus: Lil Yachty] I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby [Verse 3: DaBaby & Lil Yachty] My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (Yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) [Chorus: Lil Yachty & DaBaby] I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South [Outro: Lil Yachty] I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby

I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby

I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby

I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby

I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby

I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby Übersetzen in: Deutsch

I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?) Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt) Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?) Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad) Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you) I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo) We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do Every time we step out, niggas look at you (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go) Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah) She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh) You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill) You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (fuck you) Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw) Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah) Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go) She want me to stay, I ain't stayin' And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go) Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth (No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it) I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go) If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go) Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your mama house Overseas, I fly you out Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl straight from the South I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, baby