Yung Rani - Woah Woah Lyrics

Had to get back on my shit
Woah, woah (Aye)
God really gave me a gift
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
It helped me buy shawty a gift
Woah, woah (Aye)
Now I give back cause I'm rich
Yeah, yeah (What?)
Now I give back cause I'm rich
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
Now we give back cause we rich
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
Now we give back cause we rich
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
Yeah, look
I got the swag, shawty love poppin' them tags
I love when she calling me dad
I add to stash
They put a whole bag on yo ass
We running, we mashing the gas
No need to complain
These benjies, don't ask me for change
Don't play me, there's rules to the game
This money don't come with fame
So catch me, I'm doing my thing
Got dollars, I'm making it rain
I love it
Aye
Addicted to money, addicted to hustling
Just want the money, I don't wanna touch it
They threw me like 6, so I threw 'em a dozen
Cut 'em off, hate it, but now I'm adjusting
Slime in the whip, I know it's disgusting
I love how it purr when I'm pushing the button
I get on her nerves, I be pushing her buttons
Aye
Too far from empty, got hits in the tank
Too far from broke, accountant she hit me
She told me Yung Rani got M's in the bank
I don't be making mistakes
Took me a year, now I'm droppin'
I'm coppin' the Dior and Louis V shades
Getting too cocky, I'm wearing the glasses
Picking up traction, blinded by fame
Had to get back on my shit
Woah, woah (Aye)
God really gave me a gift
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
It helped me buy shawty a gift
Woah, woah (Aye)
Now I give back cause I'm rich
Yeah, yeah (What?)
Now I give back cause I'm rich
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
Now I give back cause I'm rich
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
Now I give back cause I'm rich
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
Turn me up Mars

Had to get back on my shit
Woah, woah (Aye)
God really gave me a gift
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
It helped me buy shawty a gift
Woah, woah (Aye)
Now I give back cause I'm rich
Yeah, yeah (What?)
Now I give back cause I'm rich
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
Now we give back cause we rich
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
Now we give back cause we rich
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
Yeah, look
I got the swag, shawty love poppin' them tags
I love when she calling me dad
I add to stash
They put a whole bag on yo ass
We running, we mashing the gas
No need to complain
These benjies, don't ask me for change
Don't play me, there's rules to the game
This money don't come with fame
So catch me, I'm doing my thing
Got dollars, I'm making it rain
I love it
Aye
Addicted to money, addicted to hustling
Just want the money, I don't wanna touch it
They threw me like 6, so I threw 'em a dozen
Cut 'em off, hate it, but now I'm adjusting
Slime in the whip, I know it's disgusting
I love how it purr when I'm pushing the button
I get on her nerves, I be pushing her buttons
Aye
Too far from empty, got hits in the tank
Too far from broke, accountant she hit me
She told me Yung Rani got M's in the bank
I don't be making mistakes
Took me a year, now I'm droppin'
I'm coppin' the Dior and Louis V shades
Getting too cocky, I'm wearing the glasses
Picking up traction, blinded by fame
Had to get back on my shit
Woah, woah (Aye)
God really gave me a gift
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
It helped me buy shawty a gift
Woah, woah (Aye)
Now I give back cause I'm rich
Yeah, yeah (What?)
Now I give back cause I'm rich
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
Now I give back cause I'm rich
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
Now I give back cause I'm rich
Yeah, yeah (Aye)
Turn me up Mars