[Guitar Interlude: Emmett Wesolowski]
[Intro]
Maserati Boys
2015 What you think we on?
[Verse 1: Wonka]
Pull up on a n***a give 'em Mayweather hands
If a n***a wanna beef gotta put 'em in the sand
Mothaf**a, I titty f** her, never love her, p**y crusher
Got the cane like I'm Stevie Wonder, you can never steal my thunder
Got the fade like I'm Usher, pop that p**y like a gusher
Ooh boy this is sweet, I ain't talkin' no cavity
Call me George Clooney cause I'm feelin' the gravity
Woo all me, the rhymes are popping lately, the p**y so tasty
Cause we 580
E.T. phoned home, cause I be in the zone
Never bore, don't ignore, I just soar, Metro Boomin want some more, weak n***as just exit out the door (Got Damn!)
[Interlude]
And these hoes man...
They always lookin' for the party, even tho me and Emmett always whip the Maserati (Skrrrr)
[Verse 2: Wonka]
Woo, got the robe like Flair
n***a beware, Boy's Club Billionaire
Fight me I dare, me I can't scare
You f** with a rare, better ask for a prayer
sh** is unfair, cause you can't compare
God mode on these n***as I'm pulling the triggas
Champagne, c**aine, n***a figures on figures
Find another verse with more rigor
The boy man he hot, he stirring up the pot
I ain't talkin' bout no Curry or Harden, I hit the shot (Lil B!)
Whenever me and Emmett in the lab, n***as wanna collab
Pick up the pad, take another smack to the dab (Dab Daddy!)
Feel kinda bad, cause when the juice is flowing
I'm in the red zone, where my n***a Conan?
I'm owning the beat, owning the rhymes, here with my slime
Found a Foreign b**h, Bollywood time ughh
Wine and dine, snort a line, she gon' be fine, she gon' be mine
Cloud nine, rain or shine, this is a sign, I need a shrine
I'm so got damn divine, with the wings out my spine
Ew, I'm so nasty
Where the thots at? Hmm prolly Tallaha**ee
You girl ain't that cla**y
Like Drake, just no Degra**i
n***as wanna be me, because they can't pa** me
(Got Damn!)
(Woo)
[Chorus: Emmett Wesolowski]
Whippin' the Foreign, engine is roarin'
Ohh damn
I found me a Foreign, I found me a Foreign, yo b**h she boring
You know we turnin' up
This sh** be loading up
I'm pouring Ciroc, I'm rocking the rocks
I'm making that cash, making that cash, making that cash
I found me a Foreign, I got me a Foreign
[Verse 3: Diabetic Carter]
You know what it is, you know how it go
Driving Foreign whips, with a couple freak hoes
Everyday I'm chillin', tryna make a k**in'
Mind on the money, yeah we gunnin' for the million
Everyday I wake up tryna get the bread
Or roll me up a blunt and I take it to the head
Drugs keep me high, but I'm tryna stay low
Number one rule, we don't f** with 5-0
You know I stay strapped like a f**in' flip flop
One shot from the 12, and I'll watch ya head pop
Get out my way b**h I'm tryna get paid
On a mission for the money I ain't ever gunna stop
[Verse 4: Wonka]
And he ain't ever gunna stop, till there's not much to cop
Yo girl on my jock giving A+ sloppy top (Sloppy!)
While I'm sipping on some wop, with hella guap
I start up the Foreign, and we head to IHOP
[Verse 5: Diabetic Carter]
f** all that sober sh**, all of my homies be drinkin' and smokin' I bet that you noticed it
And we be too legit, riding around in cars so Foreign can't even pronounce that b**h
Imma tell you, like a G told me
p**y come, p**y go, gotta keep it lowkey
So I'm on this track with my f**in' homies
Spittin' 16's while we blowing mad trees
Hennessy in my cup, got me turnt up
With that peach Ciroc, got me feeling f**ed up
Another shot of bean got me walking with the lean
I'm the man in the city, everybody know what up
[Chorus: Emmett Wesolowski]
[Guitar Interlude: Emmett Wesolowski]