Break It Down

Can you break it down
Buss it Buss it
Can you break it down

Out with my Migas
Sippin limerita
With the top down
Two seater
No I don’t need you
Boy I don’t need yah
And if you want me
Gotta get the freezer
Ay, Cartier on my wrist yeah
Hope that you get the jist yeah
A Lot of y’all on my list yeah
But not a lot of y’all lit yeah
None of em made the cut
Now they all in a rut
Now they all on the bus
Begging me to pull up
I tell em patience
Just be patient
Know you see on the gram looking so amazing
Seen you hit me in my DMs
I’m on vacation
Chillin with a boss
Boy Can you do the same things
Can you do the same things

Said that you need a lady
One whose down to ride
Nissan or Mercedes
You want me to love you and all your crazy
Can you tell me what
Have you done for me lately
Can you break it down
Buss it buss it buss it buss it buss it ay
Can you break it down
Buss it buss it buss it buss it buss it ay
Can you break it down
Don’t be mad, Don’t be mad ay
Don’t be mad, Don’t be mad ay
Don’t be mad, Don’t be mad ay
Don’t be mad, Don’t be mad

So why should I choose
When most of y’all
Pick more than one
Maybe two
So why can’t I do
And see who I want
Be my friend not my dude
I know that you want me
I need more than love
Can you get to the money
Can you get to the bag
And come pull up me
And hand me the cash

Said that you need a lady
One whose down to ride
Nissan or Mercedes
You want me to love you and all your crazy
Can you tell me what
Have you done for me lately
Can you break it down
Buss it buss it buss it buss it buss it ay
Can you break it down
Buss it buss it buss it buss it buss it ay
Can you break it down
Don’t be mad, Don’t be mad ay
Don’t be mad, Don’t be mad ay
Don’t be mad, Don’t be mad ay
Don’t be mad, Don’t be mad

Mad?
Why would I be
Why would I lie
Why would I cheat
Why you ain’t gone
Why you ain’t bounce
Why you here
Why you ain’t leave
Ooh you got the big head now cause you done found your drip
It’s that bad bitch energy
Girl come talk yo shit
Ain’t no pressure pressure pressure
I’m a zesser zesser zesser
You so bad
You so special
You so extra extra extra
You rather cry and be broke
Or You rather cry in a Benz
You rather lie down on a boat
Or you rather lie to your friends
I rather get money I can’t get mad
I like to get money I can’t be sad
I know if you ever leave me
Girl That you won’t ever come back
I know you want me to beg but I know I can’t ever do that
Don’t be mad