Beretta, Jay! - Anthem Lyrics

Always popping tags, yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Get the cake
Taylor 'bout to fucking flex
Ouu
Yeah yeah
Uhh
Yeah
I gotta get straight to the cash
Straight to the bags
Like watch us do the dash
You know we always popping tags
Like why they all up in my face?
All they do is hate
Like PTG, we get the cake
We 'bout to do the race
Yeah yeah
All my niggas be bugging (What?)
All my niggas be stunting, yeah yeah
Yeah we stay getting money (Yeah we stay getting money!)
And you know they we hunting, yeah yeah
Yeah I got a new bitch (What!)
And my old bitch don't love it, yeah
I catch you and you running, yuh
You a clown and you funny
You a clown and you bummy
I go straight to the money
And these niggas they hate (Yeah!)
But they can't take it from me
Yeah
Get to this money, yuh
Y'all niggas acting real funny, yuh
I took your bitch, that's your honey yuh
No you can't take nothing from me
Bae what you said?
Like I wanna know
Hopped on this beat like I'm on the road
My diamonds water like I'm on a boat
ETG with me, you know he don't fold
Rocking all white like I go to the show
Get to this money, I get to a load
Now that we 'bout it, you know we on go
We on the scene, so you know we gon' pose
Gotta switch up the mood
Shining bright like the moon
And I know one thing do
Your bitch she like my tunes
We in this bitch like a goon
Know that you like to assume
So baby, come to my room
We could stay up to the noon
Finna switch up the flow
Had to take it to slow
And I know that you know
Just make me feel at home
You gon' miss me when I'm gone
Had enough in so long
So baby come along
Now I can't do you wrong
Yeah
I gotta get straight to the cash
Straight to the bags
Like watch us do the dash
You know we always popping tags
Like why they all up in my face? (All up in my face!)
All they do is hate (Yeah, yeah)
Like PTG, we get the cake
We 'bout to do the race
Yeah yeah
All my niggas be bugging (What!)
All my niggas be stunting, yeah yeah
Yeah we stay getting money (Yeah we stay getting money!)
And you know they we hunting, yeah yeah
Yeah I got a new bitch
And my old bitch don't love it yeah
I catch you and you running, yuh
You a clown and you funny
Taylor 'bout to fucking flex

Always popping tags, yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Get the cake
Taylor 'bout to fucking flex
Ouu
Yeah yeah
Uhh
Yeah
I gotta get straight to the cash
Straight to the bags
Like watch us do the dash
You know we always popping tags
Like why they all up in my face?
All they do is hate
Like PTG, we get the cake
We 'bout to do the race
Yeah yeah
All my niggas be bugging (What?)
All my niggas be stunting, yeah yeah
Yeah we stay getting money (Yeah we stay getting money!)
And you know they we hunting, yeah yeah
Yeah I got a new bitch (What!)
And my old bitch don't love it, yeah
I catch you and you running, yuh
You a clown and you funny
You a clown and you bummy
I go straight to the money
And these niggas they hate (Yeah!)
But they can't take it from me
Yeah
Get to this money, yuh
Y'all niggas acting real funny, yuh
I took your bitch, that's your honey yuh
No you can't take nothing from me
Bae what you said?
Like I wanna know
Hopped on this beat like I'm on the road
My diamonds water like I'm on a boat
ETG with me, you know he don't fold
Rocking all white like I go to the show
Get to this money, I get to a load
Now that we 'bout it, you know we on go
We on the scene, so you know we gon' pose
Gotta switch up the mood
Shining bright like the moon
And I know one thing do
Your bitch she like my tunes
We in this bitch like a goon
Know that you like to assume
So baby, come to my room
We could stay up to the noon
Finna switch up the flow
Had to take it to slow
And I know that you know
Just make me feel at home
You gon' miss me when I'm gone
Had enough in so long
So baby come along
Now I can't do you wrong
Yeah
I gotta get straight to the cash
Straight to the bags
Like watch us do the dash
You know we always popping tags
Like why they all up in my face? (All up in my face!)
All they do is hate (Yeah, yeah)
Like PTG, we get the cake
We 'bout to do the race
Yeah yeah
All my niggas be bugging (What!)
All my niggas be stunting, yeah yeah
Yeah we stay getting money (Yeah we stay getting money!)
And you know they we hunting, yeah yeah
Yeah I got a new bitch
And my old bitch don't love it yeah
I catch you and you running, yuh
You a clown and you funny
Taylor 'bout to fucking flex