Hold up
Who you haters think you talking to, I'm the f**ing boss
White on white, G4, hater get lost
I'm in the air I don't hear n***as corny raps
Ya n***a Hov is back, that n***a Hov is back
I got a honey bun, no not a chick
I got a honey bun, millions n***a I got couple hundred them
Ninety-nine problems prick, don't become the hundredth one
'Less you got a hundred lives murder bout a hundred, uh
We don't resort to violence, we on resorts and islands
With linen shorts and shades, 'case they thought you was lying
My Louis slippers, Polo top
Linen shorts so my balls don't get hot, ha ha
Yeah I balls a lot, now I owns the team
Ricky Ross, Young Jeezy we owns the scene
Stop playing with me lames y'all not my equal
It ain't no coincidence that my age is a kilo
Which means that I'm pordo, which means that I'm gordo
Which means that I use a G4, like an auto
I'm a walking memorial
I'm legendary for whipping whipping that raw
So n***a just let that chorus go