[50 Cent:]
Woo, I told you, these niggas is crazy
Dope selling, shootouts in broad day
This kid Tune lost his fuckin' mind
Tattooed his forehead to his toes, man
Streets sayin' he walkin' around with a stick in his duffle bag
Ayy, and Slim, or Toni as the streets call him
Ridin' around with a duffle bag full of work
Now go and get your money, little duffle bag boy
Yeah (How to make it here, 101)
Southside (Make sure everybody first hearin' it)
Uhh, attention, Toni
A million dollars from now, I won't remember you
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass (Remember your ass)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass
Soon as I land, they come with a bag
Tell her, I just got it, it don't have a tag
I fuck with the strippers, they helpin' my brand
On Lanvins, the shoes laces look like a crayon
Told 'em, "No biggie, I'm makin' them bands"
Flight that go overseas, I take a Xan'
I get a deal and then I get some equity
When I get money then I'll buy some land
Yeah, I got G.O.A.T. with me, know what I'm sayin'?
She got some good throat, you know what I'm sayin'?
Been in the kitchen, you know I ain't payin'
You can ask chef, let me know how I pan out
Garage full of food, and I'm gon' pull the Lamb' out
Mm, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
The handshake I gave you was my last handout
Mm, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass (Yeah)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass
A million dollars from now
I won't remember you, I done forgot
I won't forget how I got what I got
Cry me a river 'cause I'm on a yacht
Stack night after night, after commas it's dots
Remind me, forgot that it's slime over thots
Don't make me pop, cast a nine on the opps
It's Tunechi and Titty Boi, minus the bra
Wait, a million dollars from now
I'ma feel like I'm a million dollars away
I done put all this ice on me, this Jesus Christ
It look like it cost a million dollars to pay
Lookin' like I make a million dollars a day
Fly as fuck, that's a flight with no delay
Wait, a million dollars from now
Got nine hundred nine-nine million dollars to make, shit
A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass (Yeah)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass
[Lil Wayne:]
Hell no
Hell no, I didn't perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently
She was crazy stupid thick
(Thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick)
(Thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick)
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, still beat W, N-E-W, R-A-W, still don't come
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, stick my thumb and I still go dumb in a bad ass bitch
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, still go dumb in you, stick my thumb in you
Both legs up, I'm finna go fuckin' you
Fuck from the back, that's pillow to smother you
Shut the fuck up, I don't hear no mumblin'
Eat the bitch up then spit my gum in it (Bad ass bitch)
Ooh, she thick thick (Ooh)
I hit her ass with that heavy dick (Ooh)
She wear them pants, they fit fit (Ooh)
Pussy so fat got an imprint (Ooh)
Pussy so fat got an imprint (Ooh)
She got that ass with that lift lift (Ooh)
She throw it back like a quick pitch (Ooh)
I hit that shit like I'm Ken Griffey, alright
Ooh, she super bad, alright
She got a stupid ass, alright
I know what to do with that, alright
Skeet in her booty crack, alright
Ooh, she thick thick (Uh)
I don't give a fuck 'bout no big tits (Uh)
I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch
I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch, I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch
I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch, I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch
I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch (Uh)
[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, still beat W, N-E-W, R-A-W, still don't come
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, stick my thumb and I still go dumb in a bad ass bitch
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, still go dumb in you, stick my thumb in you
Both legs up, I'm finna go fuckin' you
Fuck from the back, that's pillow to smother you
Shut the fuck up, I don't hear no mumblin'
Eat the bitch up then spit my gum in it (Yeah, Toni)
[2 Chainz:]
Know a bad ass bitch, you can't have that bitch
Put a rubber at the head of the magic stick
How mad she look, I'm like, yeah, she thick
Head wig killer, her head is slick
Whole party straight, her wig get laid
Fuckin' on her in a tennis chain
Pussy so good, made me make my plan
Lickin' on me even killed my rain
She want some bands, alright, alright
Rover sedan, alright, alright
You know I ain't playin', alright, alright
I got a plan, alright, alright
I'm Peachtree hustlin', Southside customer, I got a strain to light
I went to paradise with a pair of dice, with a pair of dykes, hmm
With a pair of dykes, did you hear that?
[Lil Wayne:]
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, still beat W, N-E-W, R-A-W, still don't come
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, stick my thumb and I still go dumb in a bad ass bitch
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, still go dumb in you, stick my thumb in you
Both legs up, I'm finna go fuckin' you
Fuck from the back, that's pillow to smother you
Shut the fuck up, I don't hear no mumblin'
Eat the bitch up then spit my gum in it (Bad ass bitch)
[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]
I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch, I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch
I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch
Mula Baby
(Tru)
Life, life
Need you in my life
Need you in my life
(Hitmaka)
She said (2 Chainz), "It's so hard to reach"
Don't know what you're really lookin' for
Tell me if you need to
Tell me I'm the one you're lookin' for
Don't wanna be a secret
Transparency, when you look at me
You know I can teach you (Ooh, yeah)
"Teach you everything, show you everything" (2 Chainz)
I can't even lie, sometimes I ain't shit (Nah)
But I'd die for you, and that's some real shit (For real)
I finally got one that make me say, "This my shit"
She so thick, it's kinda hard to say skinny dip (Ooh)
Joint ventures, put the cribs in rotation (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm cuffin', put the pussy on probation (I did)
She need suntan lotion for this vacation
You might get a postcard from this location
She said, "It's so hard to reach" (Yeah)
Don't know what you're really lookin' for (Alright)
Tell me if you need to (To)
Tell me I'm the one you're lookin' for
Don't wanna be a secret
Transparency, when you look at me
You know I can teach you (Ooh)
Teach you everything, show you everything"
Transparency
What you see is what you get, that's clarity
See my heart through my eyes, that's magically
I see your soul through your clothes, that's anatomy
She see through me like binoculars, she got Cyclops in her
I see me in her esophagus like I got on oculars
I know you see us, no disguisin' us, no camouflagin' us
That love is obvious and transparent if you watchin' us
She said, "It's so hard to reach" (Yeah, oh)
Don't know what you're really lookin' for
Now tell me if you need to
Tell me I'm the one you're lookin' for
Don't wanna be a secret (No)
Transparency, when you look at me
You know I can teach you (Ooh)
Teach you everything, show you everything
My truth, 911, baby, it ain't got no roof (Alright)
Yeah, put you on the moon
Take you places like Tulum, then Cancún (Alright)
Oh, you don't need to be scared to touch your body
Your glue drippin' all on my body, huh
I ain't in a hurry, girl, you got me stuck
I can't get enough (Yeah)
It's so hard to reach (Oh)
Don't know what you're really lookin' for
Now tell me if you need to (Talk to me, talk to me, yeah)
Tell me I'm the one you're lookin' for
Don't wanna be a secret
Transparency, we don't let 'em see
You know I can teach you (Ooh)
Teach you everything, show you everything
It's okay, it's alright (Oh)
They gon' see you in your best tonight
It's alright, we gon' step out (Ooh)
They gon' see, with your hair down (Oh-oh)
Transparency (Oh) transparency
Thank you, we love you, peace
[Part I]
Vicious lifestyle, gotta get my point across
Scary ass trap house, looks just like a haunted house
(Boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, mm, brr)
Shoot that bitch and have 'em runnin' out
I got a plug, we ain't runnin' out
Runnin' O's, checkin' they bank account
Pretty bitch with the designer cloth
She boostin' shit and make it somersault
Look what I pulled up out the cookie jar
And got some game from Maurice and Bookie Ball
Real Atlanta legend, you got me fucked up
I'm a real dope boy, you got me fucked up
Now they lookin' at me like, "I think I'm stuck up"
And where was you when a nigga had me stuck up? (Where was you?)
Now I got my middle finger up, stuck up
I'm like a star in the sky, nigga, stuck up
You runnin' off of fumes, but I think I'm charged up
They seen me pull up, niggas know I'm bar'd up (Bar'd up)
An angel investor for a start up
I'm what you get when you drop coke in the water (Yeah)
They gon' try take me across the border, I'm so dope
Ask me did I wanna sell my soul, I said, "Nope" (No)
I ain't even sold the Porsche I had eleven years ago (I ain't sold)
I been hoardin' foreign rims, women, chains and clothes (Yeah)
When I leave the day party, yeah, I'm changin' clothes (Change)
Ain't got no time to chase you, I'm just chasin' O's
I'm tryna buy a better spot, I bought a case to go
I told her, "I'm nothin' like you thought, that was a case ago"
Or matter of fact, it was the case before
A trap nigga turned pop, I crossed over and left they ankles sore
I pop my shit, I pop an Addy, I been poppin', bro
Been popular, pushin' product at the Stop N Go
A real legend in the streets, you got me fucked up
I'm a real dope boy, you got me fucked up
I can't let you play me off the streets
I'ma go home with my girl tonight, wake up, say a prayer and eat
[Part II]
I want someone who's there for me
Without a guarantee
How can I be there for me? Hmm
(When I need company)
Consistency (Mula)
Is all I ever needed with you
And you put me through it
30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga (I need somebody)
I need somebody not just anybody, that special somebody
I don't be stressin' 'bout her, showin' less of her body
Long as they know that's for somebody, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
No questions, no questions, her body, she don't be finessin' her body
She got that FR, FR, yeah, tell me about it
No, matter fact text me about it
One hundred emoji, I need you to keep it a hundred emoji
Need to know nobody comin' behind me
But when we fuck, I need you cumin' before me
I need you to love me like I should love me
Sing "How To Love", show me how to love me
And I mean that from the bottom of me
From the top floor to the lobby, lovely
I need love but I'm tired of searchin'
Clean tub, dirty shower curtains
No cap like bottle service
Need a road map to the hottest person
I'ma toe tap on the hottest surface
And this hard D probably got her thirsty
In the pussy, I don't show a lot of mercy
I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, "Lord, have mercy"
No controversy, just contraceptives
Contraband for the conscious effort
Prayer for strangers doin' stranger things
And baby, I cannot change a spotless leopard
Full time love, part time love, one time love, hard time love
In time love, love is on time love, long time love, all time love, all my love
I want someone (Yeah) who's there for me (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, I need somebody, I need somebody, girl)
Without a guarantee (Ooh, I need somebody, girl, ooh)
How can I be there for me? Hmm (Yeah, ooh, yeah)
Consistency
Is all I ever needed with you (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh)
And you put me through it (For a part time love, yeah, yeah, I need somebody)
[50 Cent:]
Now I already told you how the block be
Shit go crazy
This can go left real fast
But you already know, everybody need somebody
Tune a real ladies man, he gon' play the guitar for the bitches
Now Toni a ladies man too
But that Kesha, now Kesha
She'll bust his motherfuckin' head wide open
She from Decatur
Thomasville to be exact, she don't play that shit
[2 Chainz:]
Let go, it's over
Chances ran out along the line
Let go forever
The love that we shared had faded in time
Let's pipe it up, let's go, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Let's go
Let go
True
Pretty pussy havin' ass, ha
Haha, Toni
I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award
I'm cold like the climate, once I get behind it
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Uh)
I like it when it's waxed now, Toni with the facts now (Facts)
Late night, waffle house, we got matchin' hash browns
You got that stage presence, you say you schoolin' these hoes
Gon' and teach a lesson (Teach 'em)
My plane land at six, you got the landin' strip (Strip)
You like to take a bubble bath with the candle lit (Lit)
You can tell I'm the man by the manuscript (Yeah)
You know I play with the clit like a instrument (Let go)
I like that splash sound (Splash)
That squeaky shit, you can hear it in the background
Sound like I'm stirrin' mac and cheese in your lap now (Lap)
I hit it missionary, then I turn it back 'round (Facts now)
I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah)
I'm cold like the climate, once I get behind it
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Uh)
[Lil Wayne:]
Who you gettin' mad at? We ain't finna have that
Your pretty pussy perfect, pristine, pure, pecan ass
Diggin' and I'm searchin' like fiends lookin' in trash bags
Pump it 'til I squirt gasoline all on her gas mask
You deserve some hand claps, see through dress, saran wrap
No pantyhose, my hair wet, camel toe, giraffe neck
Play that ho like Grand Theft, it's not a game, she popped my chain
I popped a painkiller, she pop that pussy until papa came
Pretty Pussy Award, juicy, gushy couture
Booty softer than Velor, I fuck her until she snore
Aw-sooki, lookin' into her eyes
As they sparkle, I arrive
Treat her crib just like the red carpet
[2 Chainz (Fabolous):]
I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah, you got it)
I'm cold like the climate (Yeah), once I get behind it (Hey)
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award
[Fabolous:]
Look, only thing better than pussy is new pussy
And the only thing beat new pussy is two pussies
Heard that thing squirtin' and shit, Fruit Gushers
And I had to make sure it went down, two flushes
Yeah, that ass look soft as a couch, two cushions
And that mouth like a Slurpee machine, blue slushie
Red slushie, that brain have 'em payin' tuition
Every nigga want some of that P that you pushin' (Let go)
I don't wanna give you, I just wanna award you
I don't wanna buy you, I just wanna reward you
So you can let them hoes know who the winner is
I said, let them hoes know who the winner is
[2 Chainz:]
I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah, yeah)
I'm cold like the climate (Yeah), once I get behind it (Yeah)
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah)
Let go
[2 Chainz:]
Collegrove
Checkerboard luggage, Ramen in the cupboard
I left Art Basel with a sculpture
You listening to the lyrical nunchuck chuckle at dumbfucks
Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough
I kept my lawn cut, mispell and conduct
I got my arm out the window of an armed truck
It's Teamster Union when you hear the trucks roll up
On Cleveland Avenue, made plays at the Kroger
Came up on cold cuts, heart got a hole in it, bank got a roll in it
The Cessna Citation came with a pole in it
The Cullinan so big, it need a stove in it
Now that's deep, I just dove in it
The closet came with garage doors
The Goyard is on all fours, I do this shit for encores
I did this shit in Tom Ford, they said I'm wrong for it
I'm so fly, I looked at her and said, "Get on board"
It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the mix
With the M's on my mind, in Maui taking pics
Motivated by more, that mean I want more of this
I want more jewelry, more cars, I want more cribs
What you expect from a kid
That grew up with his stomach touching his rib?
Echos coming from out the fridge
My papa was a rolling stone, I thought you knew that
Don't smoke no cig but I'll shoot that, true facts
[Lil Wayne:]
Nah'mean?
My lighter St. Laurent
Yeah, that St. Laurent fire
You gotta hold your hand midair when you do a verse like this
Yeah
Uh, hoppin' out or slide out, runnin' through a walkthrough
Coupe on big wheels like a pony wearin' horse shoes
Tall money, short fuse, long money, long ooh
Champagne Papi part two, she my corkscrew
Tattoos over war wounds, wrist look like it's on Zoom
Neck look like anime or cartoons, art to 'em
I got the spikes on the Gucci, look like Bart to 'em
Gimmie the Nikes, lemme add some Comme Des Garcons to 'em
Stunt man, verses in my lunch bag, rappers on my launch pad
Chopper make 'em do the Kris Kross or make 'em jump dance
Lump somes, hump bands
What's a young man without a check? Just a Jumpman
Fuck that, Jordan meme
I'ma sip some lean, get a ting and go quarantine
I'ma get some bling let it bling like some Oil Sheen
I'ma put some fuckin' princess cuts on a queen
And I keep all of the chin check stubs I redeem
This our team, my regimen, I'm a higher being
Purple smoke, fire green, sweet 'n' sour cream
Peakin' higher now we towering, peak position
Give my people power, now we power fiends, it's addiction
Feelin' like a boxer steppin' out the ring, you swing, you missin'
Critically thinkin' 'bout the critics up in critical condition
I'm in pitiful condition, scratch that but who was itchin'?
Teamsters, the Union did it
Tune and Tity, Young Money, T.R.U. Religion
It's some Teamsters shit
This a Saint Laurent lighter, woo!
I got "stoner-virus," baby
Ho right there, she got "Patron-a-virus," hmm-mm
And ho over there, she wouldn't let me fuck
So now she got "loney-virus", alright
Ayy, stop leasin' niggas
We gotta get that "homeowner-virus" like me
[Benny The Butcher:]
Yo, they was laughin', but we was smart drug trafficking
We was sharks (Uh-huh)
I had to chase the paper down 'til we trapped the money in vaults
Kinda crazy, my last bid was the shortest and she ain't wait for me
Spent half my twenties in prison and aged gracefully
For paper, you know we grind, place a wager
And you'll be fine (Uh-huh)
I put my fork down now every major want me to sign
Left the hood for Hollywood
It wasn't worth being famous (It wasn't worth it)
Where every chick got a Beamer and a personal trainer (Ha-ha)
I'm into business moves, she into Paris fashion (Uh-huh)
It cost me at least twenty grand a year on her hair and lashes
Love I done inherited, music was both of my parents' passion
My name come up when you talkin' dope and comparing classics (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Stare at me good, 'cause this how pressure look
They want my spot but tryna skip every step I took
I wish 'em the best of luck
I asked a question, and he gave me an answer
That still left a nigga confused like Brady in Tampa
Back home, I'm one of the Narcos, semi autos
Dodge fans like New York City potholes
Yeah, the OGs think that it's funny, money made me more hungry
'Cause majority wait til they chubby and then get comfy, nah
Get that first case then you learn to appreciate
All the risks you gotta take to turn a Ford to a Wraith (Uh-huh)
I'm checkin' in on my hood, like I hope all is well
I'm still close to my scale, we like Oprah and Gayle
[Outro:]
You get a Rollie, you get a Rollie
You get a Rollie! You get a Rollie!
Everybody gets a Rollie!
You get a Rollie, you get a Rollie
You get a Rollie too!
Everybody gets a Rollie!
Yeah (Nah), dig (Ha)
(Nah, nah, real flame)
What, what, what, wala
Ha-ha-ha (Flame him over, right, good God)
Haha
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Trip, stain a nigga (Blaow)
I got thirty a clip, one in the throat (Throat)
Rhyme flow thirty below, I'm thirty and O, uh (Woo)
Pink pussy, take it to go, hell of a show (Hell)
Rings, chains, elegant, though, better than most
You know I gotta stand on that shit, stay on my post (Uh)
2 Chainz and Wayne like Rae and Ghost (Ghost)
I wish you all luck, now let's make a toast (Cheers)
Got my girl in the buckets, speed up your pulse (Nyoom)
She a cutie pie, I ate all the crust (All the crust)
And I move the weight, I got all results (All results)
Long ass joint, look like a MARTA bus (MARTA)
I asked the fans who loved me, they like, "All of us" (Yeah)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Trip, stain a nigga (Blaow)
Collegrove 2, shame on you
I will leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you
Wayne and 2 Chainz goin' Wu-Tang on you
All we need is a track, and we run a train on you, choo
Snap, crackle, pop, don't worry, it's lobster tail
The bezel on the watch cost more than the watch itself
I don't do tick-tock like a Rollie, but watch yourself
You just like a pimple 'til I make you pop yourself
Five star, bitch, I got bars like a phone that just got charged
So like Bruce Willis, I die hard
My God, you catch feelings, that's my fault
Feelings hurt, I put them on I-R
Drop off in R times R, not four
But I'm sure, that the shit I wore was Tom Ford
Keep a shotgun on me like I love the great outdoors
Pockets fat as fuck, look like they need to get out more, bars
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (Shame)
Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Trip, stain a nigga (Blaow)
Collegrove 2, shame on you
Shame on you
Collegrove 2, shame on you
I will leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you, baow
Collegrove
Chainz and Wayne, nigga, we like Chef and Ghost
It's true and mula, trula, baby
Sicker than Wu now, baby
Yeah
Yeah, gotta be comin' hard on them Havoc beats, you feel me?
My basic outlook, the out crook the man on the side
'Fore we hit the driveway, got my hand on her thighs
Touchin' the sky, I could skateboard in the cloud
Put 'em on some much loud that they won't make sound
This that body walk nonchalant, don't make sense
Like a nigga with dreads tryna own his own barber shop
Heart not hard to stop, take a new whip then karate chop
Turn the fuckin' top to a halter top
Concrete jungle, I'll fuck Jane though
Industry, a bunch of niggas swing on the same rope
Sit in the same room, fuck on the same ho
We on different planes if we is in the same boat
Captivate 'em and creative
Potato head, turn 'em into mashed potatoes
My town is greater, downtown Decatur
Went to Pin Ups to pound, pound a waitress
Niggas might as well smoke a pound of hatred
Take a shot of jealousy and use a clown to chase it
Heard some niggas try to say that my style is basic
Told 'em sit back with they style adjacent
Ran up in they crib like my stylist Jason
Mask on, black card, minds is racist
Met a girl named Victory, I can taste it
I got a bigger crib 'cause I replaced it
Uh, got a disease called bars
Bars, yeah
Got a disease called bars
Bars
I, I give it to ya
I, I give it to ya
I give it to ya
I, I give it to ya
Uh, bastard flow, I had to though, I'm natural and practical
Infatuated with the dope, fanatical, banana clip, you're apple though
I got more tools than Apple Store
You're screwed up and now them goons is at your door with ransom notes
And we gon' need some answers though, answer more
Your modern family can suddenly become a canceled show, that's standard though
I have your cousin be the one to cut your throat, my standards low
I'm from New Orleans, you either be man or hoe and now they know
You mash and go and cash it slow, whatever go and that you know
Got more techs than Apple Store, I have more sex than Scorpios
And I don't text or call them hoes, restaurant 'em all them hoes
I slept with foreign hoes that only heard Tha Carter IV
It's all for sure, it's all a hoax, Rebeccas to Rosarios
I'm sorry for the hoes that get portrayed as sorry hoes
I'm sorry, hoes, but that's just how the story goes
Who are these hoes? Who bought these hoes?
I thought these hoes was for us all, my dawg proposed, Lord
His cards exposed, his heart explode, his broads opposed, Lord
His market's closed, he parched, he's cold, she sparked the stove, Lord
She washed the clothes, she fold the clothes, she on her toes, Lord
He lost control, forgot the bitch was on the pole, Lord!
And oh, Lord, I bought some bitches from the road home
Told her, "Watch over them bitches like a fuckin' drone"
And hold on, I'm so gone, I'm in my more zone
Cough syrup 'til my cold gone, Tunechi, bitch
Uh, got a disease called bars
Bars, yeah
Got a disease called bars
Bars
I, I give it to ya
I, I give it to ya
I give it to ya
I, I give it to ya
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya, I give it to ya (I give it to ya)
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya
Okay, yo, yo, yo
Hold up, hold on, ayy, what's up, bro?
I just got some intel
Aight, bro, talk to me
This is some kids tryin' to take over the block sellin' this bullshit Fentanyl that gon' fuck around and kill off the clientele
Fiine, look [?]
We sellin' that straight drop, you understand that?
That clean, you know what I mean?
[?] shit
These motherfuckers come around here fuckin' up the vibes
And when the bodies come, bodies come, police come
It's gon' fuck up everything, we gon' fuck around and have to go to war
[Part I]
Sometimes I feel like Scarface in Miami
Gettin' head behind the curtains, five percent tinted
It's not pretty, ooh, it's not pretty (Ooh, yeah)
It's not pretty, let the window down so they can see who's in it (Ayy)
They know I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog
They call me I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog
They know I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog
Intercept that package when it touch down and get big dogged
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah
Richer than my opps, make all them niggas call me, nah, nah
Richer than my opps, make all them niggas call me big bro
'Cause they know how the game goes
They know when it pours it rains, at least it still rains though
They know when it pours it rains, they know that it rains though
They don't want 'em pissed off, take the red up out the rainbow
And turn to Rambo
They know I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog, ooh, yeah
[Part II]
Okay
Hundreds on the coaster, got my shoes all on the sofa (Sofa)
I used to be broke and thangs, chain like Sammy Sosa (Sosa)
Money counter loader, I told shorty to come over (Over)
I been takin' shrooms, I'm the opposite of sober (Sober)
Military minded, I got it from my pops (Pops)
Son of a gun, got a fetish for them Glocks (Glocks)
Fuck that conversation, I want mine off the top (Top)
I'm my motivation, I walk it like I talk (Talk)
I'm a big P rocker, Balenciaga jugga (Jugga)
She know that she love me, call me "baby" like a toddler (Toddler)
When I'm on stage, that shit feel like home (Yeah)
When I'm in her mouth, that shit feel a lukewarm (Okay)
Two-tone Patek, whole wrist two-toned
Catch up to this Maybach, pass the Grey Poupon
I got blinds in my whip like a condo nigga (Condo)
Heat on me in the mornin' like Alonzo, nigga
Toni
What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)
What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)
What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)
What's a gorilla? Ain't none-illa
Above the rim, Lambo chop with the rim, yeah
Trappin' out the gym, rose gold Patek with the gems, yeah
Big drip, big drip, I'm the shit
Let a big booty bitch have a feel on this dick
Let a juicy mouth bitch come and spit on this dick
Then she suck everythng and she spit on this dick, yeah
Big seal, I ain't sippin' that shit, let that shit seal
Then I'm crackin' that shit like a pencil
Leanin' back when I'm tryna sit still
Percocets, I'm a fan, baby, make the sports car dance, baby
I drop a few grands, baby
Now go and grab mama's grand baby, God damn, baby
What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, what's a gorilla to Godzilla?)
What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
What's a gorilla? Ain't none-illa (What's a gorilla? Ain't non-illa)
Hollygrove and Colle' Park
He had lines wrote, he dinosaurs
Got a hundred thou' on the ironin' board
Make her count out loud when she count it for us
Long days and bad days
Have calm days and rampage
From the wrong way to, yeah, that way
To the cover page from the last page, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm in first place in this drag race
Ain't no first aid for the last place (Ayy, ayy)
And my birth place is a bad place (Ayy), but I save face (Ayy, ayy)
Eyes quick to put my hands straight (Ayy, ayy)
No astronauts in my head space
Kill a gorilla, that's a dead ape, hurr
[Intro:]
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
[Lil Wayne:]
I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher
I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher
Send blood hounds at you, send my rounds at you
Spit some rounds at you, you round catcher
Bitch, I'm an eye catcher, I got that wow factor
Got her seeing stars, she thought she had died and gone to NASA
I'm 'bout to buy me a dancer, she got that body enhancement
She got that face stretching and now lil mami elastic
I'm a soul taker, fuck the law makers
'Cause I'm a case catcher, my lawyer get paid extra
Yeah, I'm a ho snatcher, but if that ho ratchet
I'ma Joe Jackson, I'm just old-fashioned
Need a gold statue, front of my big gold mansion
I got some good brown skin, I look like gold satin
Rose gold Patek, call it Rosemary
Different color diamonds lookin' like a bowl of salad
A bowl of salad with more than twenty-four karats
White styrofoam cup glowin' like a gold chalice
I was in Hollygrove growin' up by Rose Tavern
I'll take a nigga queen, let my hoes have her
'Cause I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)
Send blood hounds at you, send my rounds at you
Spit some rounds at you, you a round catcher, bitch
I'm a eye catcher (Ooh), I got that wow factor
Got her seeing stars, she thought she done died and gone to NASA
'Bout to buy me a dancer, she got that body enhancement
She got that face stretching and now lil mami elastic
[2 Chainz:]
Toni! Money, money, money, no shit
Necklace on my wrist, this sound like Carter VI
Most these rappers get a sex change when they get too rich
Seem like soon they get some mils, they turn into a bitch (Alright)
It's like the bathroom out of order, we ain't takin' your shit
All I gotta say is "2 Chainz" and it's a radio hit
She got a small waist, thick, pretty face and shit
Goyard sittin' next to me like we in a relationship
Young Mula, been poppin' since your first computer (Yeah)
You bought that chain? You need to go somewhere and beat up your jeweler (Beat his ass)
To feed my family, I had to use two packs of noodles (True)
I'll snatch the crown off your medulla
[Lil Wayne:]
'Cause I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)
Send blood hounds at you, send my rounds at you
Spit some rounds at you, you a round catcher, bitch
I'm an eye catcher (Ooh), I got that wow factor
Got her seeing stars, she thought she done died and gone to NASA
'Bout to buy me a dancer, she got that body enhancement
She got that face stretching and now lil mami elastic
I can't believe you, mane
For real
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)
(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas)
(You know I can't) I can't believe you
I can't, I can't believe you
(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (You know I can't, you know I can't)
Uh, rivalry appear, cauliflower his ear
Multi-task, count cash, drive dodgin' a deal
The Moncler is clear, you can see the bodyguard
My circumference surrounded in fog, yellow wrist corn on the cob
I know you was a façade, I know you want me starve
I know you want me to bleed, I see the feign in your heart
Don't know the pain in my heart, just see the paint on my cars
Know I'm the same as a king, know I'm the same as a God
Don't have to say anything, they can still tell us apart
Know I'm not leavin' my wife if they try to tear us apart
Know I'm not leavin' this life is they try to make us abort
Kept callin' 12 on us, know that that make us annoyed
Went to the mountain top with a shield, cross and a sword
Keep eatin' rappers, so they say I'm a cannibal
Can't blame me, I'ma hold 'em accountable
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)
(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha)
(You know I can't) I can't believe you
I can't, I can't believe you
(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (You know I can't, you know I can't)
Maybach Music
Convictions will turn your common sense to commissary
Convinced that your co-defendants keep it honorary
Catchin' the bus is where you had those conversations
Let's patch our money up and drop a compilation (Huh)
Road to riches, niggas out here rentin' Rolls
Lackin' mackin' got these here niggas rentin' hoes
Hustle backwards, movin' mom into a rented home
You got some money, homie, but you did it wrong
You think of bitches as opportunities money make
I look at blessings as lessons, and pray for one a day
Can't believe all these niggas be sweet as funnel cake
I'm from the era of dope boys versus Ronald Reagan (M-M-M)
Eyes wide, on your back, breathin' on the pavement
Shots fired half a block, played for the Lakers
Started as the shorties in the class misbehavin' (Uh)
Another nigga dead just because he made it (Maybach Music)
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)
(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha)
(You know I can't) I can't believe you
I can't, I can't believe you
(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Collegrove, you know I can't, you know I can't, I can't believe you)
Un-fuckin'-believable, I don't fuckin' believe in you
I'll get you shot up in front of a cathedral, and in front of the media
That's from me to you
Heard the feds been meetin' you, a whole lot of shit that you've been agreein' to
Who you speakin' to? You foreign to me, nigga, that's the European you
You should hate bein' you, one of these choppa bullets'll make three of you
Pull up in the vehicle, pow, pull off laughin' lookin' in the rear view
Ain't no tellin' what we'll do when it's them or me, him or me, or me or you
Watch how the semi do, it'll turn the grizzly into Winnie Pooh
Believe that, no Corona, I'ma pull up in a fuckin' ski mask
Niggas rattin' on us and I'm too grown to be a Chuck E. Cheese fan
He mad, smokin' the strong, the blunt is longer than me hand
OG strains, stay in my zone but sometimes known to freelance
Pecan skin tone, but redbone when she mad
And she can, watch the throne or kiss my royalty ass
I can't believe you, quarterback to wide receiver
Can't trust you far as I can throw you, far as I can see you
Un-fuckin'-believable, they don't want the presence
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)
(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha)
(You know I can't) I can't believe you
I can't, I can't believe you
(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (I can't belive you, you know I can't, you know I can't, I can't believe you)
I can't, I won't, I don't, I ain't gon' believe you
I can't, I can't
I just can't believe you
I can't believe you
Yeah, I tried to tell you things could get real nasty
Turns out them boys had to take back somethin' that was never lost
[?], you hear me?
Collegrove
Incoming
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Why don't we just run away? (Run)
Run away (Run)
To the moonlight (Light)
Be who we are
We can run away (Run)
Run away (Run)
But to be soon, I (I)
Want to be so high
High, high, high
To the moonlight
But to be soon, I (Yeah, Toni)
Want to be so high (Uh)
Broken English, on Rome, teach you, corrected
Had to eat with her, had to 'fore I heard of Doctor Sebi
Mama got a new boyfriend, I know it won't affect me
'Cause I been the man of this house, this nigga gon' respect me, uh
When I sold dope, it held depression (Yeah)
When I fuck her 'fore, it held depression
I was broke during my adolescence (Damn)
Need money counters for my blessings (Blessings)
The essence of fluorescent light, I rock, you feel protection
I keep her legs separate like aromas on my dresser (Dresser)
I fell in love and put her in the ring like a wrestler, yes, sir
Before I heard of Tesla, I was the plug
I used to hate when nobody showed me love, come on
Why don't we just run away? (Run)
Run away (Run)
To the moonlight (Yeah)
Be who we are
We can run away (Run)
Run away (Run away)
But to be soon, I (I)
Want to be so high
High, high, high
To the moonlight (Yeah)
But to be soon, I (Uh)
Want to be so high
Uh, young Tune in the booth like a cocoon
Shinin' like the moonlight, full clip for a full moon
Hotter than the sunlight, summer time, 12PM, noon
Tyson in the gun fight, Floyd Mayweather in June
All year round, homie, I hunt with my mouth foamin'
On the prowl, roamin', fuckin' the world without moanin'
On the hot corner like Josh Norman since Pop Warner
Moonlights, the cop lights, the spotlights, they spot on us
Amen, they better throw some prayers up, hope they land
I'll give 'em three to they hat before I give 'em a chance
Satan, sippin' lean like moonshine out they can
And they ran to the moonlight and ran into the Moon Man, bitch
Why don't we just run away? (Run)
Run away (Run)
To the moonlight (Light)
Be who we are (Big)
We can run away (Run)
Run away (Run)
But to be soon, I (I)
Want to be so high
High, high, high
To the moonlight
But to be soon, I
Want to be so high
High, high, high
To the moonlight
But to be soon, I
Want to be so high
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Uh, I put bitches on and they turned on me
They throw that pussy at me then throw dirt on me
But, I know bitches change, so, I'm used to it
And, I'm stuck up in my ways, so, I get like this
When I hit it from the back, you turn your back on me
You turn your back on me
Why you turn your back on me?
You turn your back on me, think that's why I act like this
That's why I act like this
Think that's why I act like this
That's why I act like this
That's why I act up
Stunt hard, act a ass, bitch don't test me
You know I'm a cut class, bitch, I go hard
Leave the past in the past, huh
She say I'ma end up by myself, but I ain't mad 'bout it
I brought hoes in here
I brought drugs and hoes in here
I see my five in here, he told me my slime in here
R.I.P., the Percocet got nigga restin' in pieces
Ooh, I bust on the shit and her breasts, she gon' wear it and eat it
Ooh, I put the dope dick on her best friend, they sharin' a needle
Ooh, I play with her clit' like a tech 'til my fingers are bleedin'
Uh, I smell all of the lies on her breath when she tell me she need me
Uh, I put bitches on and they turned on me
They throw that pussy at me then throw dirt on me
But, I know bitches change, so, I'm used to it
I'm stuck up in my ways, so, I get like this
Hit it from the back, you turn your back on me
She turned her back on me
Why you turn your back on me?
You turn your back on me, think that's why I act like this
That's why I act like this
Think that's why I act like this
That's why I act like this
Uh, I'm so careful, but, today, I can care less
Beat my chest
She so bashful, but she made me squeeze her neck
Held her breathe
She so carin', but, tonight she just don't care for her
So unwell, when and where? We might go there, we need air
I won't hurt you, I won't hurt you, it's a virtue, and I'm too weak to wait
If I hurt you, I reimburse you
Uh, I put bitches on and they turned on me
They throw that pussy at me then throw dirt on me
But, I know bitches change, so, I'm used to it
You got me stuck up in my ways like glue, lil' bitch
I hit it from the back, she turned her back on me
She turned her back on me
Why you turn your back on me?
You turn your back on me, think that's why I act like this
That's why I act like this
Think that's why I act like this
That's why I act like this
Think that's why I act up
(M-M-M-Murda)
I got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd
I got them Percs, so many Percs
So many colors, they look like Nerds
When it come to numbers, bitch, I'm a nerd
I'm doin' numbers, bitch, I got birds
I got 'em hummin', I got 'em twerkin'
I got 'em jumpin', I got a servant
I got a butler, I got a worker
I got a runner, she got a Birkin
I got my gun in it in case you lurkin'
First she ain't fuck with cocaine, she converted
I gave her too much of the yay, she got nervous
I put my thumb in lil' bitch, she squirting
I put some beads on her waist and her girdle
I put that ho in the air on commercial
I sent her all the way down with them turkeys
Tiger Woods in the Sunday clothes
I sell whole birds, I don't do wings, this ain't Buffalo, bitch
Whole bunch of vultures, whole bunch of crows, bitch
I'm the Eagle Street Russell Crowe
I'm too cold to be a hot boy
And, I got birds flyin' south, boy
Yeah, I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy
I got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah
I'm too cold to be a hot boy
I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy
I make them birds sing like choir boy
Free as a bird in the clouds, boy, yeah
I got them birds, birds, I got them birds, word, I got them birds
I got them birds furs, get 'em and brrr, I made 'em "prr, prr"
All these birds, damn, I'm 'bout to serve
Yeah, I'm servin' them birds
Ahead of the curb, yeah, I'm 'bout to swerve fast
Flag red as a bird
All of these feathers, damn
All these treasures, remember to always measure
Always business, yeah, never pleasure
Remember, always, never
Wings stretchin', yeah, both directions, yeah, always flexin'
Charge him extra
I got Big Birds, you need Tweety, call Sylvester
Tiger Woods, I got birdies dawg
If it's a drought, it snap my finger, all the birds gone fall
No discounts, fuck you mean? You talkin' bird shit, dawg
Number thirty-three, sell the jersey, bitch
I'm too cold to be a hot boy
Got them birds flyin' south, boy
Yeah, I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy
Got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah
I'm too cold to be a hot boy
I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy
I got more birds than you got clout, boy
Free as a bird in the clouds, boy
I got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd
I got them Percs, so many Percs
So many colors, they look like Nerds
When it come to numbers, bitch, I'm a nerd
I'm doin' numbers, bitch, I got birds
I got 'em hummin', I got 'em twerkin'
I got 'em jumpin', I got a servant
I got a butler, I got a worker
I got a runner, she got a Birkin
I got my gun in it in case you lurkin'
First she ain't fuck with cocaine, she converted
I gave her too much of the yay, she got nervous
I put my thumb in lil' bitch, she squirting
I put some beads on her waist and her girdle
I put that ho in the air on commercial
I sent her all the way down with them turkeys
It's Tiger Woods
Huh
South Beach, Spring, California, Autumn, Winter
I ain't talkin' shit, I'm garglin' the toilet water
Ballin' harder, Glock 40 on me, that's the party starter
In the cell starin' at the bars like I'm on the charger
Came out at a hundred percent, money to spend
Nothin' to lose and somethin' to win, once and again
Jump in the pool with her and her friend, none of us swim
Bussin' the moves like bumps on her skin, nuts on her chin
Fuckin' with Tune just doesn't make sense, gun in my clench
Gun is so huge, I can't tuck it in, it's cuttin' my wind
Chuggin' the juice, my cup got a twin
This one is for Pimp, this one is for Screw and this one is for Nip
Pour out and sip
Bubble gum cookin' banana leaves flip, Nevada heat list
Champagne, Tropicana, sweet blend
Cabana weekend
Bitches tannin', poppin' Xannies, deep end
Barely blinkin', twirlin' on the dick like ballerinas
And balance beamin'
Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick
Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick
And y'all bitches look excellent on my dick
Y'all bitches go equestrian on my dick
Go extra-terrestrial on my dick
Head spinnin' like the Exorcist on my dick
Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick
Y'all niggas like my exes still on my dick
Y'all niggas like extra ticks on my shit
Don't slip on this banana, could get y'all ass split
Hella bullets and an extra link, full as clip
Trigger puller with an extra strength, good ass grip
Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick
Y'all niggas die, X'ing 'em off my list
Y'all niggas like lesbian, y'all might kiss
Y'all niggas like protection, nigga, y'all might slip (Bah)
Same one summer, Suede winter off
Talkin' prices, goin' back and forward like a tennis ball
Talkin' business, guns start ringin', that's a business call
It's only business, take a nigga chain like it's his business card
Clips extended, hangin' out the banger, that's extension cards
He's a pussy, he can't do a thing, now that's just menopause
Bitch made and I'm the switchblade that's sharper than a sword
I gotta stay up, 'cause who gon' catch a blade when it fall?
Politickin' in the penthouse like it's the Pentagon
And we feedin' sharks on the yacht, throwin' niggas off
Can't believe the thots ever thought they'd threw a nigga off
Archer greens, sparks red dots glowin' in the dark
Heavy is the head that wears the crown, and all my pillows soft
Talkin' all that gangsta shit, I love this sound of pillow talk
Steady is the hand that whip around the pot, I'm kitchen smart
Becky give me head, open her so wide, I hit her heart
Becky give me head, and use no Uzi, that's for intercourse
Becky give me head, and use my pubic hair as dental floss
Then of course, I put on all red, hop up in a Porsche
Fast lane, it's a man's game, meet me center court
In this sport, twenty-four seven/24/7 no 8, nigga
Mamba mentality but we ain't got no snakes with us
They slither, diamonds in mouth look like I ate glitter
And bae brought her bae with her, double play, nigga, oh
Y'all niggas like, y'all niggas
Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick
Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick
And y'all bitches look excellent on my dick
Y'all bitches go equestrian on my dick
Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick
Y'all niggas like my exes still on my dick
Y'all niggas like extra ticks on my shit
Y'all niggas like protection, nigga, y'all might slip (Bah)
I'm day dreaming
I'm codeining
I'm slow walking
I'm floating, Houdini
My ho, she screaming
For more, she fiending
I just turned her daydreams to wet dreams, no bikini
Ooh, no bikini
Ooh, no demeanor
I just put it all up in her face, woah, Noxzema
Bad bitches all up on my case, no subpoena
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, Serena
Ooh, Serena
Ooh, Serena
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, Serena
Woah, I eat her
Like, hyena
Come here, girl, I got that cat food
Ooh, Purina
Ooh, Purina
It's wet, Katrina
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, that cheetah
Ooh, I eat her
Like, hyena
Come here, girl, I got that cat food
Ooh, Purina
My AK-47 got my 40 jealous
Green goblin, she red robbing, we look like watermelon
Last nigga gave me stank eye, I let the coroner smell him
Everybody screaming "Thank God," I tell them all "You're welcome"
We be popping X for breakfast, so say, "Good morning, Malcolm"
Money need a home and my pockets look like a homeless shelter
She anxious, she obsessive over them Franklins
Undress her and then I spank her
Got devils posing as angels
Got bitches everywhere, insects
Spraying at 'em like Windex
I eat her like a shark and I still ain't learn how to swim yet
I still ain't fuck her friend yet
Once I do, I'm a dipset
Put a red bow on that bitch back and send her back to him gift wrapped
De nada
I'm day dreaming
I'm codeining
I'm slow walking
I'm floating, Houdini
My ho, she screaming
For more, she fiending
I just turned her daydreams to wet dreams, no bikini
Ooh, no bikini
Ooh, no demeanor
I just put it all up in her face, woah, Noxzema
Bad bitches all up on my case, no subpoena
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, Serena
Ooh, Serena
Ooh, Serena
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, Serena
Woah, I eat her
Like, hyena
Come here, girl, I got that cat food
Ooh, Purina
Ooh, Purina
It's wet, Katrina
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, that cheetah
Ooh, I eat her
Like, hyena
Come here, girl, I got that cat food
Ooh, Purina
Uh, I'm walking 'round my house with jewelry on
Diamonds in my mouth, I eat her out and now her pussy glowing
She say she a eater, I'ma feed her like I cooked it for her
Ass, pussy, boobs, APB, yeah, I'm looking for 'em
Bitch look good as Autumn, walking 'round my house with flowers on
Dick up in her mouth, can't pull it out, it's like a power cord
She say she a eater and she treat it like a power lunch
La-la-la-la-la, her mouth feel like she got a thousand tongues
The way she bad, uh huh
Got ass, uh huh
Got friends, uh huh
They dance, uh huh
Hands on your knees, bust it down
Let me see that ass jump for me up and down
Jump around, wait
Pop that pussy, shake that ass
I pop a Perc and take a Xan
I cop a Birkin, 80 grand
Like Lord have mercy, praying hands
Gabbana, that's her favorite brand
Nirvana, that's her favorite band
Gelato, that's my favorite strand
I break it down like Legoland, and I'm
I'm day dreaming
I'm codeining
I'm slow walking
I'm floating, Houdini
My ho, she screaming
For more, she fiending
I just turned her daydreams to wet dreams, no bikini
Ooh, no bikini
Ooh, no demeanor
I just put it all up in her face, woah, Noxzema
Bad bitches all up on my case, no subpoena
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, Serena
Ooh, Serena
Ooh, Serena
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, Serena
Woah, I eat her
Like, hyena
Come here, girl, I got that cat food
Ooh, Purina
Ooh, Purina
It's wet, Katrina
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, that cheetah
Ooh, I eat her
Like, hyena
Come here, girl, I got that cat food
Ooh, Purina
She bad, uh huh
Got ass, uh huh
Got friends, uh huh
They dance, uh huh
Hands on your knees, bust it down
Let me see that ass jump for me up and down
Jump around, uh
Hands on your knees, bust it down
H-h-hands on your knees, bust it down
Let me see that ass jump for me up and down
Bust it, bust it down, up and down
H-h-hands on your knees, bust it down
Let me see that ass jump for me, jump around
Let me, let me see that ass jump for me, jump around
Jump around, jump around, jump around, jump a-jump-a, jump around
I told her, "Hands on your knees, bust it down"
Let me, let me see that ass jump for me up and down, jump around
I ain't Aaron Rodgers 'cause I'm still on that pack, nigga
Still got twelve on my motherfuckin' back, nigga
Came home from jail, they was tryna send me back, nigga
I just called my nigga Donald Trump and that was that, nigga
Fuckin' all night long when I wake up, I could barely walk
Money callin' me, I said, "Hello? ", That shit said, "Can we talk?"
Don't care who these rappers are, that shit sound sound like salad bars
Countin' so much money, I'ma need a hand massage
I took a sip like that shit Frappuccino
I wore a tuxedo to cook up a kilo
I'm in the kitchen lookin' like Al Pacino
Whippin' Aquafina 'til it's Pellegrino
Shout out the C.O that gave me some pussy in jail
On the d-low, she one, double zero
Shout out to freak hoes that I get the lead role
But this is a b-roll lowkey had me emo (Fuck)
I ain't a killer but you pushin' me
I smoke your lil ass like some kushery
I burn your lil ass like a DVD
I caught my lil' ho with a EBT
I think this ho thinking 'bout havin' ten of me
Ten of me, ten of me, ten of me
She want some company, she want some misery
She want some Tiffany's, bitch, you a ephany
I know the bad times won't ever replace the good (The good)
I got some new money comin' in, gotta make room (Check)
Instead of me holdin' the trophy, I'd rather my brothers
I got a homie who stay in the field, on the mountain, had a hell of a splittable
Now he inside and he totin' a cutter
They put a lil' thing on the side that go clickin' and make it go, "Brr"
Smoother than butter and I'm always tellin' myself
Just 'cause he showin' me love, it do not mean they love us
I'm takin' my time and can nobody rush us
Said she got a man with a whole lot of rules, and she breakin' em all
So I'm doin' it justice, don't leave me alone, I never did trust us
Too many eyes on the team like I'm sendin' a text with no auto-correct, huh, huh
Say she a virgin until she get fucked like a slut on the jet
I only come to collect
I'ma go through all the threat without makin' a threat
Shit is a movie, it's lookin' like Tubi and I'm seein too many flaws in your set
Still on road and I came off tourin'
And I ain't shit but I'm still important
I don't judge and I do no courtin'
It ain't nothin' left when I take my portion
We gon' die enormous, playin' no games and I still be scorin'
Ain't shit pretty, my bitch is gorgeous
Now that man in the mirror ain't normal
I ain't a killer but you pushin' me
I smoke your lil ass like some kushery
I burn your lil ass like a DVD
I caught my lil' ho with a EBT
I think this ho thinking 'bout havin' ten of me
Ten of me, ten of me, ten of me
She want some company, she want some misery
She want some Tiffany's, bitch, you a ephany
I know the bad times won't ever replace the good (The good)
I got some new money comin' in, gotta make room (Yeah)
I ain't Aaron Rodgers 'cause I'm still on that pack, nigga
Still got twelve on my motherfuckin' back, nigga
Came home from jail, they was tryna send me back, nigga
I just called my nigga Donald Trump and that was that, nigga
I'm Trice Medical
Piss on my bizonal, spittin' that clinical
I'm in the delivery room, pockets pregnant, bitch tryna clip the umbilical
I ain't simple or typical, gen', or general
Nigga, I'm nuts, no genitals
I fell in love with them chemicals
I bust a few nuts and she swim in 'em
These niggas act tough and they feminine
Play no games, nigga, not even scrimmagin'
These niggas can't see me, no imagery
My pockets so fat, they hemorrhagin'
Damn, that's an injury, I gotta keep the same energy
My soda pink with that remedy
I can't rest in peace 'cause they diggin' this shit
Big Tune, I lick shots, them niggas lick wounds
Shoot up everything but the kids room, I walk out the bank like the Men's Room
I got paper like I'm a tribune
I fly a bitch out like a witch broom
I run in her mouth like some gym shoes
Cum all over her face, now, her skin smooth
Ho-ass nigga, camel toe-ass nigga
Pantyhose-ass nigga
Candy store-ass nigga
Sweet and sourdough-ass nigga
Don't know how it go-ass nigga
I'm a giant, I'ma come, and thump, fee-fi, and fo that nigga
Wait, I'm a baboon, I'm a tycoon
Bitch, it's like Tune, elephant in the room
I'm the shit, the perfume, I'm the salt in the wound
And, I walk on the moon, it's like carpet to Tune
I thought you was a goon, well take off the costume
You soft as balloons, I play golf with balloons
Yeah, I make your heart, "Boom-boom-boom"
Yeah, I break her heart like the rules, yeah
Wait, I'm livin' the dream, livin' the dream
Sippin' the lean
Give me a beam
Feelin' surreal
I'm here with the queen
She here for a ring, I'm killin' her dreams
I'm killin' the scene
A nigga a king, they kissin' the ring
Yea, bling and the bling
Drippin' red bean, I'm with the regime
We finna rage against the machine
I'm Trice Medical
Piss on my bizonal, spittin' that clinical
I'm in the delivery room, pockets pregnant, bitch tryna clip the umbilical
I ain't simple or typical, gen', or general
Nigga, I'm nuts, no genitals
I fell in love with them chemicals
I bust a few nuts and she swim in 'em
These niggas act tough and they feminine
Play no games, nigga, not even scrimmagin'
These niggas can't see me, no imagery
My pockets so fat, they hemorrhagin'
Damn, that's an injury, I gotta keep the same energy
My soda pink with that remedy
I can't rest in peace 'cause they diggin' this shit
Big Tune, I lick shots, them niggas lick wounds
Shoot up everything but the kids room, I walk out the bank like the Men's Room
I got paper like I'm a tribune
I fly a bitch out like a witch broom
I run in her mouth like some gym shoes
Cum all over her face, now, her skin smooth
I bought my bitch some Chanel Number 5
Five star the blicky, I rep for the five
Cum on that bitch, she a snail full of slime
Pull the trigger like the tail of a lion
Four finger ring, leave a ring 'round your eye
Buss down brass knuckles, she wink and I fuck her
You blink and I bluck her, that Nina I'm tuckin'
Just call me Big Buzzalino, I'm buzzin'
I let the stick talk for me, I'm a puppet
Oh, yeah, fuck around, you gon' get sprayed (Sprayed)
Hey, hey
I see the hate everywhere in my eyes
Lil' bae just text, "Where you at?" No reply
I skeet in her face, she laid back, open wide
Before we had cake, niggas had humble pie
I smell like cream and Chanel Number 5
You smell Codeine when I belch in the air
I put OG in the air, that's a log
Choppa gon' ring like, "Hello? It's for y'all" (Hello?)
Coco Chanel
All of my niggas, they loco Chanel
I'm only puttin' West Coast in the L
Okay, okay, now I'm smokin' Chanel
Rich as a bitch, I'm like Oprah, Chanel
All of these niggas, they broker than nails
All of these niggas, they jokin', Chapelle
I spent a millon on Venmo and on Zelle
And It's flyin' off the shelf (Shelf)
Then they'll rip off our style and wear it like Chanel
Yeah, I think they want me to fail
They know damn well if it's featurin' Fousheé then that shit gon' sell
They don't acknowledge but dip in the well
I got a Grammy while clippin' my nails
Huh, I ain't gotta prove shit, I could scream in this bitch
Got the pop bitches rockin' now, then switch
New sound, new wig, new cadence, brand new style
You could copy now, I'm singin' like, "Mm-hmm, alright"
I ain't gotta try hard, it's so light
Got all of this green, it's go time
I'ma make 'em go mad in no time
They sayin' shit gettin' spooky
So I put my money on Tunechi
I put my heart in that loose leaf
So I never trust, never lose sleep
And It's flyin' off the shelf (Shelf)
Then they'll rip off our style and wear it like Chanel
And It's flyin' off the shelf (Shelf)
Then they'll rip off our style and wear it like Chanel
I bought my bitch some Chanel Number 5
Five star the blicky, I rep for the five
Cum on that bitch, she a snail full of slime
Pull the trigger like the tail of a lion
Four finger ring, leave a ring 'round your eye
Buss down brass knuckles, she wink and I fuck her
You blink and I bluck her, that Nina I'm tuckin'
Just call me Big Buzzalino, I'm buzzin'
I let the stick talk for me, I'm a puppet
Oh, yeah, fuck around, you gon' get sprayed (Sprayed)
Hey, hey
Okay, I got that white girl, Adele
I got that white girl, Adele
What is all this fake shit that smell?
Boy, I'm goin' ape shit like Pharrell
Wait, I smell like weed and Chanel Number 5
I make her cream 'til I tell her, "Be quiet"
Get on your knees and make me weak in mine
I say, "Aw, yeah" like 365
"Aw, yeah" like 365, I smell like her and Chanel Number 5
I'm twistin' purple and yellow, LeBron
I feel like Earth, Wind and Fire combined
I smell like weed and Chanel Number 5
His bitch smell like me, he can smell when she lyin'
He punchin' her nose, but won't dare hit a guy
That nigga pussy and his girl pussy mine
I smell like Snoop and Chanel Number 5
He throw up the deuce, I just held up a five
I'm faster, my nigga, just fell from the sky
There's love in the air, hold my breath, count to five
Blink, blink and I bluck her, that Nina I'm tuckin'
I let the stick talk for me, I'm a puppet (Yeah, yeah)
(Wheezy outta here)
I can't believe you just swallowed a family
You tell me that pussy is my property
But I'm 'bout to leave it with property damage
And please do not go fuck the opp if I vanish
She sleep in my robe, that Versace, that's fancy
I'm sweet in her throat, her esophagus candy
Treat me like Mentos, got me jolly as ranchers
Girl, I got news for you
That man can't do what I do for you
I keep control on cruise so cool for you
Keep these hoes on snooze, no snooze button
I keep my focus on you, do the moves for me
Move with it
I get lost in it like a new city
Leave your drawers with me like a souvenir
I went long in it ain't no two minutes
I'ma ball in it, I'ma hoop in it
I don't talk shit, I keep it two pennies
I don't want shit unless you give it
No new bitches unless you kiss 'em
No-no new bitches unless you kiss 'em
No new bitches unless you kiss 'em
If I don't know shit, I know what to do with it
Lil mama you the shit, number two with it
I can't believe you just swallowed a family
You tell me that pussy is my property
But I'm 'bout to leave it with property damage
And please do not go fuck the opp if I vanish
She sleep in my robe, that Versace, that's fancy
I'm sweet in her throat, her esophagus candy
Treat me like Mentos, got me jolly as ranchers
Pop that pussy for a real nigga
I'ma pop that pussy like a pill, nigga
Tylenol PM, Advil, nigga
Make her drop that pussy like a spill, nigga
And I'ma mop that pussy like it spilled, nigga
And I'ma cop that pussy like the steal, nigga
And I'ma rock that pussy like a lil nigga
And I'ma shock that pussy 'cause I'm ill, nigga (Wheezy outta here)
Make the pussy lips whisper in my ear, nigga
Making fuck faces ugly like Seal, nigga
Got a rubber on like a Richard Mille, nigga
Make her pop that pussy like a hair trigger
Bop-bop-bop that pussy like a snare, nigga
Got her legs bust open in the chair, nigga
Pussy so pink it look medium rare, nigga
I don't talk shit, I keep it two pennies
I don't want shit unless you give it
No new bitches unless you kiss 'em
No-no new bitches unless you kiss 'em
No new bitches unless you kiss 'em
If I don't know shit, I know what to do with it
Lil mama you the shit, number two with it
I can't believe you just swallowed a family
You tell me that pussy is my property
But I'm 'bout to leave it with property damage
And please do not go fuck the opp if I vanish
She sleep in my robe, that Versace, that's fancy
I'm sweet in her throat, her esophagus candy
Treat me like Mentos, got me jolly as ranchers
Bitch, I'm on one, two, three, four Percs, light work though
I don't fuck with pussies, but I keep a tight circle
Yeah, all I wear is designer-like work clothes
Dirty South nigga, bitch, come ride me like a dirt road
One, two, three, four Percs, light work though
Ski, ski, ride a nigga like, "Skrrt, skrrt," ho
Yeah, In a fur coat, yeah
No shirt though
Ten toes down on the ground, no turf toe
I'm with a housewife, I dig her out twice
And, then, we chill and talk about life, and organize heists
And, if I feel it's organized right, and authorized right
Then, I'm walkin' out nice
Can't slip, walkin' on water, not ice, in the worsts conditions
I still have perfect attendance
I'm with all the innocent mothers givin' birth to defendants
This Earth is a prison
Serve my purpose before I'm finished
Servin' my sentence, work relentless to get no further than inches
That hurtin' her, Curtis, it get me, comin' shit urn
Price on my head, I'm straight though
Like the money a perm, got money to burn
'Til judgment day call, this adjourned
Get out of order with me, nigga, get your artery turned
Now, who want smoke with me? That's a joke to me
Shoot up your block and double back 'cause I got OCD
I'm triple OG 'round this bitch, they call me OG Three
It's me and Mac, he like Shaq, but, I'm like Kobe B
Like I got two left feet, I be trippin'
Like I got two left feet, I be trippin'
In the thorn, I'm a king like Mike Bibby
On the phone, we coughin' the Fendi
She on Tootsie, it's pink, and it's pretty
Your bitch lookin', I wink, and she with it
In that pussy, I'm sinkin' like dishes
I smoke cookie, stay milkin' lil' titties
Like I got two left feet, I be trippin'
In the thorn, I'm a king like Mike Bibby
On the phone, we coughin' the Fendi
She on Tootsie, it's pink, and it's pretty
Your bitch lookin', I wink, and she with it
In that pussy, I'm sinkin' like dishes
I smoke cookie, stay milkin' lil' titties
Titties, titties, titties, titties, titties, titties, titties, titties, titties, titties, titties, titties, titties
I smoke cookie, stay milkin' lil' titties (Let me see them)
Titties, titties, titties, titties (Let me see them)
Titties, titties, titties (I smoke titties)
(Let me see them, let me see)
Titties
So far, and so on, I got diamonds all on my forearm
I got the whole Balenciaga store on
She got Savage X Fenty, buyin' four of 'em
I got so much drip, I got a boat on
On the Molly, I'm a moron
But, right now, I'm just lightin' Za, let me get my Zaza Gabore on
Uh, like I got two left feet, I be trippin'
Like I got two left feet, I be trippin'
In the thorn, I'm a king like Mike Bibby
On the phone, we coughin' the Fendi
She on Tootsie, it's pink, and it's pretty
Your bitch lookin', I wink, and she with it
In that pussy, I'm sinkin' like dishes
I smoke cookie, stay milkin' lil' titties
Titties, titties, titties, titties, titties
I smoke cookie, stay milkin' lil' titties
Titties, titties, titties, titties, titties (Let me see them)
Titties, titties, titties, titties (Let me see them)
Titties
I told that bitch, take her shirt off
Sexy ass nigga in this bitch with my shirt on
I don't work a lot, bitch, I just work hard
I don't work a lot, bitch, I just work hard
Her pussy like a ocean, my tongue like a surfboard
My dick like a yacht, darlin'
I might as well throw me a yacht party
This dick gon' have that ho' in cloud nine
When I leave, it's gon' feel like the sky fallin'
She want Lil Tunechi to titty fuck her
I cum on her chest, leave a mini puddle
She make 'em bounce, work them titty muscles
I want the bitch with the biggest bubbles
I want the bitch with the biggest couple
Big ass, big lips, that's a triple-double
Yeah, I'm trippin' baby
Yeah, until I stumble, Lil Tunechi
Uh, like I got two left feet, I be trippin'
Like I got two left feet, I be trippin'
In the thorn, I'm a king like Mike Bibby
On the phone, we coughin' the Fendi
She on Tootsie, it's pink, and it's pretty
Your bitch lookin', I wink, and she with it
In that pussy, I'm sinkin' like dishes
I smoke cookie, stay milkin' lil' titties
Some titties, titties
I smoke cookie, stay milkin' lil' titties
And, that's what I say
That's what I say
I say, "Are you on your way?"
She say, "Where the Uber at?"
I said, "I'll meet you at my gate"
And, wait, wait 'til you see your Uber drivers face, and I'll buy you lingere
Yeah, I just hope you in the mood for that
Or, we can talk and spark a jet, lil' bitch
Then, you get too faded, now you gotta stay
Either way, now, you're fuckin' on a nigga from the Eastside
Yeah, and it's 'bout to get ugly
Turn around, I hit it from the beside
Yeah, make her scream, "Young Money"
(Undisputed Theme Song)
Good Morning, it's Weezy FS1
Skip the BS and put everybody after VS
P.S. all I spit is F-A-C-T-S
The best, Skip Bayless yeah say less
Top of the top, apex, everyday flex
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin, I ain't tryin to hate
Let's have a Jordan and Lebron debate, I got time of day
Drippin' on the chain, my diamonds say what they gotta say
If you think it's a game, I commentate, I ain't got to play
On in the morning, I own my opponent
My competition is not an issue, just cotton tissue uh
Unconventional, controversial, convoluted
Unconditional, undeterred and Undisputed
No mercy, no mercy
Unconventional, controversial, convoluted
This the new Undisputed
Now let's go face to face, I embrace debate
I don't make mistakes, I just make my case
Drops mic when I'm done, what more can I say?
Not bitin' my tongue, I don't like the taste
And I won't back down, won't back down
Won't back down, won't back down
Won't back down, won't back down
Won't back down, won't back down
No mercy, no mercy
No mercy, yeah
Unconventional, controversial, convoluted
Unconditional, undeterred and Undisputed
No mercy, no mercy
No mercy, yeah
Unconventional, controversial, convoluted
This the new Undisputed
No mercy
Good morning
It's Weezy FS1
Lovin' what you do, and doin' what you do
With the pure enjoyment of knowin' that you're the best at what you do (Okay)
Yo, couldn't nobody fuck with me then
Couldn't nobody fuck with me now, yo
Can't be serious, yo (What?)
Can't nobody, nobody, no-fuckin'-body (What, what, what?)
Fuck with me, with this rap shit, yo (What, what?)
Check it, I've been spittin' for twenty years (What, what?)
(What, what, what? Ayo)
(What, what, what, what?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hmm, uh
(What, what?)
Sometimes I smile to hide the miles of my road travelled (What? Uh)
Shake my hand, it felt like you just touched a stove handle (What, what?)
Holy cow, fuck the cow, I want the whole cattle (What? Uh)
Gucci buffs on my eyes, look like solar panels (What, what?)
Leavin' bitches on their own, like the Oprah channel (What, what?)
Can't trust my shadow, that's a fact, I can't get overshadowed (What, uh, what?)
Draco' soundin' like it's coughin' from the smokin' barrel (What? Ayo)
No peace, no serenity, nigga (What, what?)
Break in your vicinity, nigga, like virginity, nigga (What? Ayo)
Ain't into these niggas, just family, like the Genovese, nigga (What, what?)
The Kennedys, nigga, all street niggas ain't in the streets, nigga (Yeah)
Best rapper, ex-trapper, dress dapper (What, what?)
Swizzy gave me a head-banger, a neck-snapper (What? Ayo)
Ex-factor, make a rapper an example (What, what?)
All I need is a beat with a DMX sample (Ayo)
(What, what, what?)
(All I need is a beat with a DMX sample)
(Ayo, what, what, what? Ayo)
(All I need is—)
All—, all I need is a beat with a DMX sample
Say it with your chest, mama, say less, mama
Weezy F and the F is for F bomber
Yes, mama, I'ma eat you, like Jeff Dahmer
Say she on her period, let's make a mess, mama
Don't be on all of that, yeah, that's my twin, shit, alright
Don't hit my phone with all that "I'm just tappin' in" shit, alright
Fuck that friend shit, alright, I'm on my zen shit, alright
I'm on that DMT, I ain't on that DM shit, alright
Tryna get a beat right now, I'm on my Em' shit, alright
I'm just Weezy Oui, on my "Excuse My French" shit, alright
Fuck that bitch, shit, alright
Red beam on a Nina, she wore lipstick tonight, bah, bah, bah, bah
Best rapper, ex-trapper, dress dapper (What, what?)
Swizzy gave me a head-banger, a neck-snapper (What? Uh)
Ex-factor, make a rapper an example (What, what?)
All I need is a beat with a DMX sample (Uh)
Swizzy on the drum machine, I got the gun machine (What, what?)
That bitch go "Brr", it sound like bumblebees (What, what?)
Gun come with a magazine, long as a limousine (What, uh, what?)
You smell that decomp in the mornin', like some Jimmy Deans, uh (What? Ayo)
Best rapper, ex-trapper, dress dapper (What, what?)
Swizzy gave me a head-banger, a neck-snapper (What? Ayo)
(All I need is a beat with a DMX sample) (Ayo)
All I need is a beat with a DMX sample (What? Ayo)
(Ayo)
Turn your wife to a groupie (Yeah)
He got smoked like a loosie (Yeah)
Ride the wraith like a hooptie (Yeah, skeet)
I've been feelin' like
I've been feelin' like Tunechi
Comin' live from the 5-0-4
Bad bitch in my mentions with a mil on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can't ride them little Mazzi's no more
Young nigga, still grindin', I'm the motherfuckin' goat
I've been feelin' like Tunechi
Huh, I've been feelin' like yeah, fuck 'em
Let me get in my bag, duffel
Eat that bitch like the last supper
Got her feelin' like ooo, Tunechi
Got me feelin' like yeah, fuck 'em
Got me feelin' like Rich The Kid
With grown ass man money
I took the top of the 'claren and lettin' the guts show
Walk in my bathroom, I stepped in the drugstore
Treat the 200 foot yacht like a tugboat
Who want smoke?
Yeah 'cause the bullet be drippin' like snot from a snub nose
I'm aimin' right for your heart like a love note
I told you right from the start, from the front door
I tote a rifle a pump it's a gun show
It's me and lil rich and a fleet of some bitches
We stick to the code like Leo Davinci
Many men they wishin' death upon me
Bop bop bop
Give 'em three wishes, I need me a bitch that be needin' them bitches
Fresh plate of pussy, I ain't cleanin' the dishes
Chef's plate of bosom, yeah, I skeet on her titties
Cream and delicious, more babies than a pediatrician
Court days I be leanin', I'm miss em
Nigga trippin' put the beef in the skillet
I pistol whip him, I got teeth on the glizzy
Like no way can't believe it, I'm serious
No way can't believe what I'm feelin'
No play, they don't need to play with me
OJ on this beat like it fit me
Turn your wife to a groupie (Yeah)
He got smoked like a loosie (Yeah)
Ride the wraith like a hooptie (Yeah)
I've been feelin' like
I've been feelin' like Tunechi
Comin' live from the 5-0-4
Bad bitch in my mentions with a mil on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can't ride them little Mazzi's no more
Young nigga, still grindin', I'm the motherfuckin' goat
I've been feelin' like Tunechi
Huh, I've been feelin' like yeah, fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)
Let me get in my bag, duffel (Duffel)
Eat that bitch like the last supper (Mm)
Got her feelin' like ooo, Tunechi (Ooo)
Got me feelin' like yeah, fuck 'em (Yeah)
Got me feelin' like Rich The Kid (Yeah)
With grown ass man money (Yeah)
Weezy F Bitch don't forget the baby (Baby)
Big Tunechi watch cost 480 (Big Tunechi)
And I'm still screamin' fuck you pay me
I been feelin' like Tunechi bought a Maybach Mercedes (Skrt)
I'm in that Truckfit
Imma fuck on the bitch and I'll make her lit (Make her lit)
Man I feel like Tha Carter, really rich (Really rich)
Keep it real, 100, I could never switch
You just a worker, the boss in this bitch (Boss)
I go Platinum just talkin' my shit
My bitch so bad get a bag if she throw a fit (Bag)
I'm the goat killer, rappers gettin' throat slit
Count another 50 mil like oh shit (Oh shit)
Bank account gettin' heavy like a gold brick (Gold brick)
I might buy a Bugatti (Bugatti)
Feelin' like Tunechi, Baby Momma get a big body
Turn your wife to a groupie (Yeah)
He got smoked like a loosie (Yeah)
Ride the wraith like a hooptie (Yeah)
I've been feelin' like
I've been feelin' like Tunechi
Comin' live from the 5-0-4
Bad bitch in my mentions with a mil on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can't ride them little Mazzi's no more
Young nigga, still grindin', I'm the motherfuckin' goat
I've been feelin' like Tunechi
Huh, I've been feelin' like yeah, fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)
Let me get in my bag, duffel (Duffel)
Eat that bitch like the last supper (Mm)
Got her feelin' like ooo, Tunechi (Ooo)
Got me feelin' like yeah, fuck 'em (Yeah)
Got me feelin' like Rich The Kid (Yeah)
With grown ass man money (Yeah)
I'm feelin' like fuck 'em
Pull up to the house in something you can't pronounce
All of my chains is out
Foreign lil' bitch, I'm learnin' her language now
I know what her name is now
But that ain't important
If he ain't gang, we extort him
I keep my brain on my quota
I do the dash; I won't see planes from the motor
Stay in your lane and get over
Beep, beep, beep, beep, all of these bags I'm a hoarder
All of this activist, movin' as fast as a tortoise
Been ballin' since way back, back, back
Me and Lil' Rich we've been ballin' since National Mory
I treat the cash like its garbage
The greener the grass in the garden
I'm plantin' a forest
Red as the ants in the army
Your bitch gon' get F'd like a test
She got class in the morning
Moonwalk, let the jewels talk
Got sticks, got racks, no pool balls
Don't think I won't shoot 'cause I'm a superstar
I could shoot for the stars at a shooting star
I could walk it like I talk it with my shoes off
Soft chinchilla in a villa that's too hard
Fuckin' on a lil' bitch, said her boyfriend a crip
Cut her off, if she try to give me blue balls
She-she twerk one booty cheek, she twerk one booty cheek
She twerk both booty cheeks, it go boom boom
I got one hoe with me, she got someone for me
Let me take off this red and get blue on (Mm)
Oh lord, oh lord (Yeah)
She said I got a head she can blow off (Ooh)
Headshot (Ooh), headshot (Yeah), that tongue put my dick in a headlock, mm
Oh lord (Yeah), oh lord (Yeah)
She said I got a head she can blow off (Mm)
Headshot (Yeah), headshot (Yeah), that tongue put my dick in a headlock (Headlock)
That tongue put my dick in a headlock (Headlock)
She gave me some neck stuck her neck out (Neck out)
I open her legs and she stretched out (Stretched out)
She lay in the bed and it's wet now (Mm)
She talk out her head and she melt down (Mm)
I gave her the J and it helped out (Mm)
I gave her the D and she fell out (Mm)
Put some ice on her finger, she chilled out (Big CEO)
You rappin' that shit that you ain't about
They really do anything for the clout (Clout)
His Daddy a rat, he a Minnie Mouse (Ha)
Ain't chasin' no bitches, we pick 'em out
These niggas be lyin'
Please don't speak on my name
She want fifteen minutes of the fame
Got a young nigga, die for a chain
Bought a Cuban link, have him knock out your brain
She wanna have a Trust Fund Baby
Open up wide, girl just face it
I ain't gotta say nothin', she gon' just get naked
Young nigga really rich no I ain't just fakin' (Ha)
Fuck is they talkin' 'bout, why they hatin' on me 'cause I made it out (Yeah)
Ain't flyin' but walkin' with hella knots (Yeah)
Took the Chrome Hearts and I made it hot (Yeah)
They really owe me a big, big, big check (Yeah)
I put it on, and it's gone 'cause I trend set (Yeah)
Hop in the Lamb, I accept my Vette (Ayee)
And go buy some shit that you can't get
I was proud of myself by the Prada fit
I don't need no deal with a profit split
Why you play with the gang, got a first aid kit
Why you brought this hoe around, now the bitch get hit
Yeah, I ain't really worried 'bout shit
My Baby Mama bad and my bank account lit
Ran up the money, I ain't asked for shit
My son needed pampers, I couldn't quit
Now I just might go buy a McLaren (McLaren)
Back to back me and Tunechi got 'em starin' (Tunechi)
Don't call my phone, no clearance
I need quarter mil for an appearance, bitch
(Uh) Oh lord (Ooh), oh lord (Yeah)
She said I got a head she can blow off
Headshot (Ooh), headshot (Yeah), that tongue put my dick in a headlock, mm
Oh lord, oh lord
She said I got a head she can blow off
Headshot (Yeah), headshot (Ooh), that tongue put my dick in a headlock (Yeah)
That tongue put my dick in a headlock (Yeah)
She gave me some head stuck her neck out (Yeah)
I open her legs and she stretched out (Yeah)
She lay in the bed and it's wet now (Yeah)
She talk out her head and she melt down (She melt down)
I gave her the J and it helped out (It helped out)
I gave her the D and she fell out
Put some ice on her finger, she chilled out
Oh lord, oh lord
She said I got a head she can blow off
Headshot (Headshot), headshot (Headshot), that tongue put my dick in a headlock, mm
Could have bought a house, but I bought a Jesus piece
Could have thought they were the feds how they stalkin' me
Could have put her in Chanel, she from overseas
Could have bought a Plain Jane, but her wrist freeze
Pocket full of Maserati, full of swiss cheese
Could have pulled up on a Jet, but did the Jet Skis
X pills triple stacked like Wendy's
Walkin' round with the 9 like I'm Drew Brees
Shootin' those boys, takin' Mickey D's
Tunechi in the lamb truck, I'm in the Bentley B
You was tryna' get a deal, I told him "Sign to me"
All my niggas Rich Forever, how it gotta be
Wait, all you niggas bitch forever, you can't lie to me
Better go and get your Reverend, let the choir sing
Goin' hard like a wedding on a Diamond ring
AR keep spinnin' like a slot machine
Now a nigga Rich Forever, they gon' call me
Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling
I was countin' up the hundreds till the morning
We was getting to them racks while they snoring
Tryna make a mill', that's easy
Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji
The niggas who hatin', they really wan' be me
You see that I'm Rich, back then didn't believe me
Bitch stop, it's lonely at the top
I just heard my ears pop
A fiend for the guap, like Pookie Chris Rock
Fuck her for some Gucci socks
She gon' have to run the top, for the flip flops
Yeah, boy stop
Run up on the opp, I just saw his heart drop
My bitches on the base, I feel like a shortstop
And I just caught a case, I'ma still ball out
Till I ain't got no more fouls
Now a nigga Rich Forever, they gon' call me
Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling
I was countin' up the hundreds till the morning
We was getting to them racks while they snoring
Tryna make a mill', that's easy
Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji
The niggas who hatin', they really wan' be me
You see that I'm Rich, back then didn't believe me
I get the bag and go straight to the plug
And I buy his ass out
And now it's a drought
Fuck on my hoe tilI I tire her ass out
My watch face drippin'
I had to ask it "What you cryin' about?"
Flyin' her out
She get back home she be runnin' her mouth
Pick a Bugatti up, put the Cullinan down
Tell your friends I'll fly every one of them down
Put 'em on a jet, tell 'em meet me in the islands
Said she wanna fuck me and all of my diamonds
My shooter from the trenches, got a chain, yeah, he shinin'
Let Gram drive the Bentley and he crashed on the mileage
I'm Rich like fuck it
If I gotta bring your friend, then she fuckin'
I was broke that hoe left somethin'
Haters talkin' 'bout a whole lot of nothin'
Now a nigga Rich Forever, they gon' call me
Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling
I was countin' up the hundreds till the morning
We was getting to them racks while they snoring
Tryna make a mill', that's easy
Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji
The niggas who hatin', they really wan' be me
You see that I'm Rich, back then didn't believe me
Bitch stop, it's lonely at the top
I just felt my ears pop
A friend for the guap, like Pookie Chris Rock
Fuck her for some Gucci socks
She gon' have to run the top, for the flip flops
Yeah, boy stop
Pull up on the jet, jet skis, or yacht
Broke bitches that's a pet peeve, call blocked
Pockets like they got hickeys, all knots
We just go to war, no keys, warlock
Ran up on the opp, saw that boy heart drop
Bitches on the base, I feel like a shortstop
I just caught a case, but I still ball out
Till I ain't got no more fouls
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