D'NASH - WHATEVA (feat. Krissy B The Rapper)

Little mama, you can tell me whatever I'm just tryna fit time in this schedule
It's whatever, it's whatever
It's you the type to hold it down like forever you can go and speak your mind

It's whatever
Little mama, you can tell me whatever I'm just tryna fit time in this schedule
It's whatever, it's whatever
It's you the type to hold it down like forever

You can go and speak your mind, it's whatever
It's whatever
It's whatever, I know you thinking I'm clever
Like I'm working for the devil, but I'm working for myself

Cooking just like a chef, I ain't thinking about nothing else
But trying to get it how I live
Moving just like a chess piece
You know I be chasing them dollars, and all of your potnas they gon holler

I tell them to speak to your honor , and they not replacing the scholar
You can just tell me I got it, cause I don't know if you're lying
For the right amount of shine, I bet you go dropping dimes
I'm really trying to make that ass mine or whatever

I know you're here, you're fine, all the time, you whatever
Like full speed runner, stop sign or whatever
You know I like a shorty on the grind or whatever
Get on my level, I swear I'm leaving them breathless

You got it on your back like you're misusing your weapon
Leaving them guessing you were teasing your dress
And niggas run up on you asking them questions, give them whatever
Like, little mama you can tell me whatever

I'm just trying to fit time in your schedule
It's whatever
It's you the type to hold it down like forever
You can go and speak your mind, it's whatever

It's whatever
Little mama you can tell me whatever
I'm just trying to fit time in your schedule
It's whatever

It's you the type to hold it down like forever
You can go and speak your mind, it's whatever
You know I'm down for whatever, but you getting out of hand
Sending bitches pictures, acting single on the gram

Know I'm by my paper, I be flexing, going ham
But kick a nigga out the condo like Pam
You know I want you but don't need you
Would never drop a dime, it's hard enough to get a nickel

If a nigga get out of line, I got your back, I pack them pistols
And I'm flying through the roof like a missile
I got some time, only if it's beneficial
Like us both getting money without the drama

Or no issues catching planes, kinky nights
Hoes know we so official
If it's wasted cause you want, then dismiss you
Yeah, it's whatever though, you with it or you not

Make your mind up cause I gotta go
Yeah, it's whatever bro
I like it when I keep it, you can miss me
Fuck up with them hoes

Little mama you could tell me whatever
I'm just trying to fit time in your schedule
It's whatever
It's you that type to hold it down like forever

You can go and speak your mind, it's whatever
It's whatever
Little mama you could tell me whatever
I'm just trying to fit time in your schedule

It's whatever
It's you that type to hold it down like forever
You can go and speak your mind, it's whatever

Written by:
Christina Bridges, Eddie Smith

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