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6 figures - afrosurrealist, chefbkay & n4t lyrics

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[intro]
every gyal just—
(do it for the 4, do it for the 4, do it for the 4)
every gyal just—
(do it for the 4, do it for the 4, do it for the 4)
every gyal just werk
uh, werk, uh, werk, uh
every gyal just werk
uh, werk
werk werk

[verse: chefbkay]
sim simmer, who’s got the keys to the bimmer
the baddies in the club, grab my top now, i feel like sin*sinn6r
oh, yeah, i’m feelin’ like sinn6r
bkay baby boy, you’re a winner, winner
i wouldn’t sign no dotted line if it ain’t a couple rackies or more
unless i’m dealin’ with my n*ggas
i wouldn’t sign no dotted line if it ain’t a couple rackies or morе
unless i’m (dealin’ with my—, dealin’ with my—)

[chorus: chefbkay]
oh lord, oh lord
evеrybody put your hands in the air if you want six figures (put your hands in the air)
everybody put your hands in the air if you want six figures (hands in the air, yeah, yeah)
all the baddies put your hands in the air if your n*gga got figures
yeah yeah yeah (n*gga got figures)
yeah yeah yeah (n*gga got figures)
[verse 2: chefbkay]
yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
yeah, the girlie wan bend over, she ah wine and kotch
i like the girlie with her island touch
baddie on my phone line and she like my stuff (uh uh)
she saying bkay got the midas touch
she in a club, in a club party every night
then we disappear with no trace, call her madeleine
she pull my gclo hoodie in the club in all directions
oh my lord, baby girl, i’m terrified
sim simmer, who’s got the keys to the bimmer?
i don’t really care about the bimmer cause the v*class bigger
they know it’s a vito, i’m inna—
they know it’s a vito, i’m inna with the baddies and my n*ggas
baddies in a v? no, lay lay
nine baddies in a sprinter, david
nine baddies in a sprinter, david
yeah, i might call them baddies but they’re ladies

[chorus: chefbkay]
oh lord, oh lord
everybody put your hands in the air if you want six figures (put your hands in the air)
everybody put your hands in the air if you want six figures (hands in the air, yeah, yeah)
all the baddies put your hands in the air if your n*ggas got figures
yeah yeah yeah (n*gga got figures)
yeah yeah yeah (n*gga got, n*gga got*)
[verse 3: n4t]
rum*ta*ta*tum rum*ta*ta*tum*tum
bae i asked for the keys to your bum*bum*bum
don’t reverse that drive till we done done done
shake what you got from your mum mum mum
tell a friend, to tell a friend
the club’s inside, i don’t wanna see h*lla men
au bottles, yea man’s in my element
we can eye*f*ck, if you wanna be celibate
baby, stop playing with nat
wanna know your flaws from the bad (werk)
hop onto man
hop on the floor like you’re mad (werk)
come back and bruck off ya back (werk)
tell me you’re mad
tell me there’s no other man (werk)
i love that you’re letting me land
flight to milan
baby, you’re speaking my lang’
come end the night with a bang
4 double*0
come and get this werk
come outside and get this werk
come outside and get this werk
come outside and get this, uh, uh
african, blasian, jamaican
come outside and get this werk
asian, haitian, canadian
come and get this
[outro: n4t & chefbkay]
every gyal jus, every gyal just werk
every gyal just werk, every man just werk
every gyal just werk, every man just
every gyal just werk, every gyal just werk
everyone put your hands in the air if you want six figures
every gyal just werk
everyone put your hands in the air if you want six figures
every gyal just werk, every gyal just werk
everyone put your hands in the air if you want six figures
every gyal just werk
everyone put your hands in the air if you want six figures

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