Yeah...
[Hook]
Pressure got you feeling low
We've been down before
Make a run
We gon' give and go
We gon' pick and roll
I may not have it now
Imma get it though
And you can hold it down
Baby, this that Ultra Sound
3 months
(Ok)
6 months
(Alright, now)
9 months
(Baby, here we go)
[Verse 1]
When you getting profits, they be looking at you awkward
I never stare back, legendary in my optics
Tryina spend January in the tropics
In that new chrome body like Colossus
The flow got you nauseous, huh?
Momma told me, "be cautious, son"
And "dealing with a woman may cost you, son
Just make sure you love her
'Cause she got a belly for your seed
And you gotta get shovel for your dreams
Or pretend to have another"
'Nuff said for you, brother
You be lookin' at like ya brothers in the game for a sub-in
Just a minute back on that field, 'cause you forgot how that feel
Yesterday was so real, but this is life now
Right now
You gotta fight now
Knock the lights out
Go blind, go crazy
Plucking daisies, get nothing made
Get nothing paid, so f**ing lazy
You good for nothing, love for nothing s**ah
Lips puckered, all you do is trust her
Poison drippin' down ya chin
f** it
Tilt the cup up
Have a swim, under
[Hook]
Pressure got you feeling low
We've been down before
Make a run
We gon' give and go
We gon' pick and roll
I may not have it now
Imma get it though
And you can hold it down
Baby, this that Ultra Sound
3 months
(Ok)
6 months
(Alright, now)
9 months
(Baby, here we go)
9 months...
sh**...
You was for real?
[Verse 2]
Well, I'm ready for it
Once upon a time, I was Eminem mom's spaghetti for it
Now I fill the sky with confetti for it
Backyard for whatever she want
Big enough to have a whole tea party
With a white glove on her hand
She the queen of it
That's my baby
So tell yo baby, don't touch my baby
Too pristine for it
Give her more love than the richest man can afford
Anybody hurt her, I go Yoda with Sabre
Anybody love her, I'll be looking at the data
Boy, if you lie to me, you'll be lookin' at ya maker
Good time to ask God for a favor, huh?
You be dreaming about Mercedes, huh?
Do it got enough seats for the babies, huh?
Are you gon' dress 'em in the latest, son?
Or are you gon' love 'em?
Teach 'em what they need
In the crib that's fit for a king, never work for another
Purse full of worth for the Mother
But the only thing that matters is the matter mean nothing
You can have all the money in the world, have a juggernaut hand full of diamonds
But my Diamond know what she worth
And if you still on earth then you need to keep climbin'
[Hook]
Pressure got you feeling low
We've been down before
Make a run
We gon' give and go
We gon' pick and roll
I may not have it now
Imma get it though
And you can hold it down
Baby, this that Ultra Sound
3 months
(Ok)
6 months
(Alright, now)
9 months
(Baby, here we go)
9 months
(Baby, here we go)