[Intro]
Aight man...
No lengthy intro this time doe man
Ya'll know who I am– ya'll know what I do
Ya'll know what I do
I said ya'll know what I do, what I do
It go like dis
I got a millie on da motherf**ing track
And I know what I'm doing...
And I got my dawg to da right of me
And I know that I got so much influence
Ye, from dem motherf**ing n***as who was living in the streets all day
Errbody know I rep dat, all day, so
Are you ready for dis?
If you think dis was a verse
Well no, dis da intro, shoutout to my n***a Jiggaty Bang
He's my n***a from the way
[Verse 1]
Look at this man, I got so much money
How do I spend it? Do I look like I'm trynna be funny?
No I ain't, I'm in a predicament, and you ain't
And you ain't
Look at dis cash... how do I spend it?
How do I spend it?
Yo n***a, I ain't even pretending
But I know that I got a couple b**hes n***a!
Oh he just said that! In a rap song?
Holy sh**– I just f**ed a b**h
How she did it on the motherf**ing pole
Got a n***a going "god damn! Look at dat hoe!"
It was like slow-mo looking at dat a** go bang biggity bang bang
Up and down, up and down, like what I wanna do with her in the bed, n***a
Recording at 1:44
Put this motherf**ing dick in a frame
f** da money and f** da fame
I'm already famous and I got a lot of money, n***a
Golden retriever, cause I'm golden, and I retrieve, yo
I got a b**h and she look pretty nice
I'ma put my dick in her, bang her worse, and I don't know how I'd ever do that
But I know that I got a lot of money and I put it in a muhfukkin stash
And if I try to rap too fast, then I might...
I might
Hy-per-ventilate
And then I f** a b**h pretty hard rice on da a**
And you know that I got a lot of lot of lot of da cash
And you know I keep that sh** in a secret stash
You motherf**ers better not bash
But I do it in this rapping
And everybody know that I got a lot of motherf**ing people in my way
Gotta go in through trap and everybody better sit back *hyperventilating*
*incomprehensible*
Oh... sh**...
I just went off so uh, here's a little extra piece for you, breh
It go like dis
[Verse 2]
I'm in the rhythm, you motherf**ers isn't
I got so much money, you motherf**ers living like a peasant
I feel like Lil Wayne, why?
Cause I'm 6 ft, 7 ft, now 8 ft, 9 ft
You motherf**ers in heaven but why?
Cause I sprayed you with my Mac-11
Put you in motherf**ing heaven
Das why, das why people looking at me
I'm da n***a who loving dis sh**
Guess what n***a? You da one in da pit
You da one who getting tagged; toe-tagged
Not like "tag: you're it"
Look at me! Look at me! Sagging down below my knees
Talking about how I smoke trees
And guess what motherf**er? I blow that sh** in the breeze
Motherf**er you ain't got no steaze
And by "steaze" I mean style with ease
Who don't know what I do cause I talking like dis cause I got cheese
What da f** you doin? I put you in a basket– laundry
You ugly as f**– ugly
How da f** I came up wit dat line?
I looked at 2Chainz
She got a big booty, so I call her "big booty"
I'm a bit moody
So I shoot you in yo big booty
And I don't mean that in a good way
That'd be pretty motherf**ing gay
You got like a really, really, really fat booty and girls don't like it