A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie - Startender (feat. Offset & Tyga)

Yeah, shawty got ass She just got a tummy tuck, yeah Startenders, run it up Ah Let's get into it Watch your bitch Yeah Ah

Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah, ooh yeah

Ooh, I see it in you You just left your man, that's too bad, ooh Pull up in a foreign like skrt skrt All up in your feelings, yeah you seem so hurt L.A. off the chains, now it's time to run it up In the game, got a two, so you know they wanna pop, yeah Yeah, shawty got ass, she just got a tummy tuck, yeah Startenders, run it up

Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli

Offset! Hunnid in my fanny, yeah (hunnid) Runnin' up the engine for my family, huh (fam) Wanna hop on jet, take off your panties, huh (woo) Baguettes in my wrist and they can't stand me, huh (Baguettes) Coco on my Maybach like it's "Free Meech" (smash, smash) Shoot the hundred round and get your street sweeped (brrt, brrt)

Patek on my wrist, this shit ain't cheap, cheap (woo) Perky or the Addy, which one you gon' eat? If we got static, send the baddie, meet the Grim Reaper (statis, static) Green lime Lambo' with your bitch creepin' (skrrt) He got to poppin' 'bout it, so I let the TEC eat him (brrt, huh) I put the Nawf up on my back, I get the M's and feed 'em (hey!)

Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah, oh yeah

Bitch, I'm number one like I'm Nelly (Nelly) And my crib all white like Belly (Belly) And my bitch ride for me like Remy (Remy) Poppin' shots, thug life, Makaveli Send the cash to my celly, have my nigga go get it Then we split it like a splinter, if I'm in it, it ain't rented

Got the rims so biggie and my cars look skinny Good pussy and you pretty but you better off the Henny (yeah) I ain't Ray J, told a bitch, "Wait a minute" (yeah) Diamonds on my dick, told the bitch, "Come and get it" (hol' up) Shawty, you a star, got all these niggas wishin' She gotta make it count, hit me up, when you finished

Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah, ooh yeah

Head, shoulders, knees, focus Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah Head, yeah, shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, focus, yeah Head, shoulders, knees, focus Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch (bang)