[Hook: Fat Nick] x2 I just want me some more drank b**h I need me some I just need me some more bands b**h I want me some I just want me more designer b**h I need me some I need me some b**h, b**h I need me some [Verse 1: Pouya] Aye, uh I could understand why another man Wouldn't trust me, with his daughter They treat me like I'm Satan But you the one that need to be Dipped in water (Yuh) And I wanna know your motive Your intention Go hard with no erection No direction Got the whole selection, still I'm picky Rappers under my ladder But I'm not really superstitious (b**h) They climbing up just to touch my toes And use my flows And f** my hoes (Yuh) They ask me if I been getting money I just told them, Magic Johnson Positive, confirmative, afirmative Bashing on anyone lacking I pull out the stick Like I'm blinding that traffic, boy (Yuh) Don't get it f**ed up Still with a box top b**h That's a dime (Yuh) They say I'm the GOAT (Yuh) But I've been feelin like God Hit the hoe backwards she a dog (b**h) Then I'm off to Mars in my Cadillac Imma flick the wrist And never dap you back, up I don't give a f** who you is I don't get star-struck, b**h (Yuh) [Verse 2: Mikey the Magician] Used to always having all the venter I'm used to pushing bu*tons That be starting up my engine I'm used to thousand dollars for the denims I'm used to always winning Boy I never came in second Global gang independent We make racks by ourselves Buffet Boys is forever We get pints in the mail Hit up migo plug Danny Asked him "What he got for sale?" He said "Nothing but the merch, hit me on my other cell" [Hook: Fat Nick] x2