Kele On The Beat lyrics

[Intro]
Rrr, rrr, ayy, b*tch
Real Murda Worth sh*t, I'm talkin 'bout
Kele on the beat, that's all that I need
b*tch, ahh, b*tch, ahh

[Chorus]
Kele on the beat, that's all that I need
I do my money dance, my money, dance, money on fleek (b*tch)
She be on plenty Xans, don't use no hands, you f*ckin' me
b*tch, all my friends are dead, don't got no friends, I keep it bleak
b*tch, I spin through, tote' my heat
b*tch, I be at yo' house, when I creep
And my money long, look like a [?]
f*cked up, gotta' get on my deen
And I'm smokin' on opp, be the 3-3
Girl, you know I just do what I need

[Verse]
Hopped that car, then I spin like a CD
Girl, you know I be rollin' three-deep
f*ckin' up, gotta' get on my deen
I don't get on my deen, it ain't lookin' up for me
Spin through, and I slide with the heat
I'ma keep it discreet, n*ggas ain't gonna f*ck with me
Bad b*tch but her name is Dominique
She be with the opps, who wants to shots to me
f*ck n*ggas be talkin' bout droppin' me
They talk 'bout poppin' me, it's "f*ck you," honestly
So high, I might be where a comet be
f*ck the internet, f*ck what the comments be
I got a bad b*tch suckin' me constantly
Spend the money, gettin' paper like Constable
Too high, b*tch, I'm inaudible
It's me and Kele, smoke, back on the auction too
Brand new gun, I ain't boxin' you
My b*tch bad, she won't talk to you
Don't get bro mad, makin' him hate you
30 in jail, won't quit the 'K too
I know how it is brudda', I can't blame you
Lil' D locked up, even J too
You a b*tch with a gun, don't make me J you
Lil' b*tch don't make me cake you
If [?] friends gone, what would they do
If you ain't gettin' on, what would you do
He flexin' that weak, we can see what to shoot through
[?]
I ain't get yo' n*gga whacked on YouTube
Bro, I get yo' n*gga whacked with voodoo
Beef ain't real, n*ggas do it for YouTube
Slide through, you can see what my troops do
n*ggas waste my time, I won't shoot you
Just stay in yo' lane when it's you too
[Chorus]
b*tch, I got Kele on the beat, that's all that I need
I do my money dance, my money, dance, money on fleek (b*tch)
She be on plenty Xans, don't use no hands, you f*ckin' me
b*tch, all my friends are dead, don't got no friends, I keep it bleak
b*tch, I spin through, tote' my heat
b*tch, I be at yo' house, when I creep
And my money long, look like a [?]
f*cked up, gotta' get on my deen
And I'm smokin' on opp, be the 3-3
Girl, you know I just do what I need