amandabynes Lyrics

Yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah-yeah

She think she all that, Amanda Bynes
Copped a yellow pineapple Fanta just to pour these lines
I ain't fall in love with your figure, I fell in love with your mind
You ain't fall in love with my money, you fell in love with my time
Mad at you for nothin', I got tired of your lyin'
You not happy here, why you wastin' your tears cryin'?
Push-start, switch the gear, I'm on the highway flyin'
Balmain on my rib, my zipper Number (N)ine

You can't catch this drip, I'm rockin' some shit you cannot find
You can't catch this whip, the Lamborghini a V10
Niggas in the way, ayy, I just wanna win
I think I'm too real for this shit, everybody pretend
This a billion-dollar lick, are you in?
I put my life on the line 'bout that money
I load up the pipe, jump in the whip, I jump out, I'm dumpin'
Damn, we both got boots on, but I'm the only one doin' the steppin'
The AK make your body shake, that boy look like he crampin'
And I get high 'til I can't function, I be mixin' up the meds
Thought this was your bitch, I got her rubbin' her hands through my dreads
She so YVL, every day she wake up and play it
And every night I got her on her knees, she prayin' to the Lord
Upside-down cross swingin' in her face, she was screamin' 'til the next morning
If we not fuckin', I don't know what do with her, I swear these bitches be borin'
Yeah, it's okay, baby, I'ma just call you every time that I get horny
'Cause she think she all that, bitch, you not Amanda Bynes
Girl, you missed your time, you in the back of the line
No, I don't rent no cars, if you see me in it, then it's mine
Me and my new bitch got bustdown watches, yeah, they his and hers
I been in the store for two, three hours, I ain't even mean to splurge
When you really shop, can't even go in all the stores in one day
When you really shop, they'll open up when it's closed anyway
And when I pop my shit, gotta open your ears to hear what I say

She think she all that, Amanda Bynes
Copped a yellow pineapple Fanta just to pour these lines
I ain't fall in love with your figure, I fell in love with your mind
You ain't fall in love with my money, you fell in love with my time
Mad at you for nothin', I got tired of your lyin'
You not happy here, why you wastin' your tears cryin'?
Push-start, switch the gear, I'm on the highway flyin'
Balmain on my rib, my zipper Number (N)ine

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah