Startender lyrics

[Intro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Yeah, shawty got ass, she just got a tummy tuck, yeah
Startenders, run it up, ah
Let's get into it
Watch it, b*tch
Yeah, ah, haha

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Mmh, ain’t f*ckin' with no off-brand b*tch (Yeah)
Ooh, don't think these n*ggas understand me (Yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah)
Ooh, I’m feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, uh, ooh, yeah

[Verse 1: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Ooh, I see it in you (You)
You just left your man, that's too bad, ooh (Too)
Pull up in a foreign like skrrt skrrt (Coupe)
All up in your feelings, yeah you seem so hurt (Yeah)
Eliantte chains, now it's time to run it up
And the gang got a tool, so you know they one of us, yeah
Shawty got ass, she just got a tummy tuck, yeah
Startenders, run it up

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Offset]
Mmh, ain't f*ckin' with no off-brand b*tch (Yeah)
Ooh, don't think these n*ggas understand me (Yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah)
Ooh, I’m feelin’ like I'm Biggaveli
Mmh, ain’t f*ckin' with no off-brand b*tch (Yeah)
Ooh, don't think these n*ggas understand me (Yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah)
Ooh, I'm feelin’ like I'm Biggaveli (Offset)
[Verse 2: Offset]
Hundred in my fanny, yeah (Hundred)
Runnin' up the engine for my family, huh (Fam')
Wanna hop on jet, take off your panties, huh (Hoo)
Baguettes on my wrist and they can't stand me, huh (Baguettes)
Cocoa on my Maybach like it's Freaknik (Smash, smash)
Shoot the hundred round and get your street sweeped (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Patek on my wrist, this sh*t ain't cheap, cheap (Woo)
Perky or the Addy, which one you gon' eat?
If we got status in the back then meet the Grim Reap' (Static, baddy)
Green light the Lambo', with your b*tch creepin' (Skrrt)
He got the poppin' bodies so I let the TEC eat him (Brrt, who?)
I put the Nawf up on my back, I get the M's and feed 'em (Hey)

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Mmh, ain't f*ckin' with no off-brand b*tch (Yeah)
Ooh, don't think these n*ggas understand me (Yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah)
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli
Mmh, ain't f*ckin' with no off-brand b*tch (Yeah)
Ooh, don't think these n*ggas understand me (Yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah)
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, uh, ooh, yeah

[Verse 3: Tyga]
b*tch, I'm number one like I'm Nelly (Nelly)
And my crib all-white like Belly (Belly)
And my b*tch ride for me like Remy (Remy)
Poppin' shots, thug life, Makaveli (Yeah, bah bah)
Send the cash to my celly, have my n*gga go get it
Then we split it like a splinter, if I'm in it, it ain't rented (Skrrt)
Got the rims so biggie that my tires look skinny
Good pus*y and you pretty, but you better off the Henny, yeah
I ain't Ray J, told a b*tch, "Wait a minute," damn (Hold up)
Diamonds on my di*k, told the b*tch, "Come and get it" (Hold up)
Shawty, you a star, got all these n*ggas wishin' (Yeah)
She gotta make it count, hit me up when you finished
[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Mmh, ain't f*ckin' with no off-brand b*tch (Yeah)
Ooh, don't think these n*ggas understand me (Yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah)
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli
Mmh, ain't f*ckin' with no off-brand b*tch (Yeah)
Ooh, don't think these n*ggas understand me (Yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah)
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, uh, ooh, yeah

[Outro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head, yeah, shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, goin', yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, focus, yeah
Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head and shoulders and knees, yeah, goin', yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, G's get it rollin'
Mmh, ain't f*cking with no off-brand b*tch (Bang)