Artist: Fat Trel f/ Rick Ross, Wale Album: Georgetown (Mixtape) Song: Say My Name Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Say my name Say my name and I'll aim at you Say my name and I'll hang with you Say my name and I'll aim at you Say my name and I'll hang with you [Chorus] Niggas gonna talk but the guns gonna shoot 2 chickens and a k in my coupe Don't play with my loot say my name and I'll aim at you All these bitches want me because I'm young and got money with a hunnit round tommy For the right amount of pay shoot a Nigga in the face don't play with my money I just want to tell the bitch she was never celibate pussy never relevant Dick so big when I put it on her wig thought my daddy was an elephant Cook shrimp with the steak so elegant Ride like the president Kill a nigga no evidence Put him under my residence [Verse 1] All I wanna know is if she gonna go for the bro Put the dick in her throat Give her what she needs start it off speed now I hit slow All I ever wanted is a hunnit round tommy and a pocket full of money House full of hoes and a mouth full of gold I blow my money Her face on hundreds pussy taste like 20s her head on 50 so I let her fuck with me Anytime a young nigga grow up with the wrong nigga he end up drug dealing Give a fuck where he from outside with the pump and I hope he got the plug with em Molly with the lean and the lean with the dope made ho go crazy Call up bro what you know at the liquor store Finna go crazy Every last bitch I fuck wanna save and hold my nuts Getting head in a truck backseat window down with my feat kicked up Riding smoking and drinking I see the police and I give no fuck We don't give no fuck [Chorus] [Verse 2] All I want to know is if she gonna ride for the clique put a bug on the wrist Started on the block popping bottles in the vile then we bel air sip All I ever wanted was a bag full of richest and the bad ass bitches And the rad paper tag and a brand new jag and a bag full of swishers I'm a sluttyboy killer and we don't fuck with new niggas Give a fuck about the issue I just got a new pistol and it came with a missile Anytime a young nigga grow up with the wrong nigga he end up drug dealing Give a fuck what he want cause I got it in the trunk come and leave a couple of slugs with him Booking all the bad ass strippers in the club with him still no love with him Every Time he call me on the phone I be hoping he really got the plug with him Every last nigga I rob told me it really was no problem Cause they do it for the cars and the clothes and the hoes and I do it for the dollas Ion need no partner I promise squad got pockets full of collars With a house full of house and a mouth full of gold and a 9 full of hollows [Chorus]