[Verse 1: Good Joon]
f** yo DJ
Its all about my producer
All my n***as looking at commas, commas, commas
Trynna plot against the team man it’s useless
n***as stick together we ain’t stopping, stopping, stopping
We ain’t stopping, stopping, stopping
We got gold n***as
No foof n***as
All my n***as are lockin up what they believe in
Give a f** what you think is the truth
n***a I dont got no limits I’m ’bout it, ’bout it, ’bout it
Ain’t no b**h in me but the b**h in her say she feelin’ me and
I don’t doubt prolly cause the last n***a I seen
[?] we them n***as and you know this (yup)
Still can’t trust a b**h is our motive (nope)
All these b**hes getting tricky I know this (yup)
n***as saying we ain’t getting money they bogus (nope)
Cause my producer, my producer, my producer, my producer
[Hook: Good Joon]
f** yo DJ
[Verse 2: P]
Yea f** em’
And them hoes to that [?] don’t love em
Get turnt up when i’m up in the function
Jumpin, jumpin, jumpin, jumpin
f** em’ yo producer and yo mixtape
5’9 walk around like you 6’8
I ain’t worried bout nothin’ my sh** straight
Kick a b**h to the curb if she can’t pay tax
I ain’t waitin’ on Obama
Spent that last month on marijuana
These n***as don’t want no problem
I put that on my mothaf**in’ momma
Took a flick with yo b**h yeah you see me
Got a couple young n***as wanna be me
My sh** bang got it on repeat
Cause my producer, producer, my producer, my producer
[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Walk in the club my [?] linguine
Pushin’ b**hes out I got [?] weewee
Eat that p**y in the club like a panini
A couple haters in the back they can look
But they dont see me
I got alot of herbs
Mom and daddy got a lot of d** she hidin’
Tony montana when he off a lot of blow
[?] when they stoppin OverDoz
I be sippin’ tylenol [?]
I’m walkin in this club all alone
I’m f**in’ bumping and hoping the DJ playing my song
I feel like I’m in a movie when he be playin my song
I hope these gangstas be k**in’ n***as that [?]
My DJ going crazy
Bumping so hard almost had me a baby
Got me bumping and grinding like I be back in the 80’s
Feeling like [?] when he was driving mercedes
I’m sipping hennessy like 2Pac
But me and yo b**h in the drop taking two shots
My DJ in the back with about two thots
If you’re looking for hit records my DJ got a lot
[Verse 3: Kent Jamz]
I ain’t got time for these b**hes
And I dont got time for these broke a** n***as
I ain’t got time for these b**hes
And I dont got time for these broke a** n***as
I ain’t got time for these b**hes
And I dont got time for these broke a** n***as
I ain’t got time for these b**hes
And I dont got time for these broke a** n***as
I don’t do coke I bought it for the models
In the V.I.P pourin’ codeine bottle after bottle
Singin’ f** yo DJ, f** yo DJ
All I do is daydream about pirate green
Trynna make Rihanna my baby mama
Spent yo rent on my chains
Bust a rock I take shots of codeine and i promise
I ain’t got time for these b**hes
And i dont got time for these broke a** n***as x 4
In the V.I.P. singing all day with my n***as like
f** yo deejay f** yo deejay
Singing with my homies off key like f** yo DJ f** yo DJ