Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor [Verse 1] Hit me on the celly, watching Belly God, son, I can see they study MaKaveli Peanut bu*ter Benz, got the jelly at the deli If you feeling like a ninja I got a machete Hell yeah, them girls bad, but I'm f**ing heavy I'mma f** around and have them looking like spaghetti I say some sh**, he be like, "Yo, you so legendary" But he can tell just by my face he ain't getting any [Chorus x2] Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy [Verse 2] Meet me at the Rucker, take the Bruckner It's just me and young yucka, take you s**ers For their money and their whips, putting kitten on lips Dividing the dividends, get the money and dip Keys to the n***a's safe, put it under my tits He got keys to that Roy, it could fit in the six Got a UPS connect, so we good on them trips Automatic bottle service so we good in them VIPs, n***a [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] These civilians, what up n***a? Excuse my millions I'm in the V like a widow's peak It's just me and my Rolls Royce pillow seats Why they staring at me? I brung MacLaren with me Yo, matter of fact, I think I'mma bring Donna Karan with me And you my son, I don't know, it's just the parent in me I am the best, I am the queen, it's so apparent it me I'm in Hollywood with Shia Labeouf Most of you rappers ain't eating, that diet is rough You want some hot sh**? Send that wire to us I make them change their name to Diddy, retire the puff I'm getting acting money You n***as is Kevin Hart, y'all be acting funny I'mma a keep a linebacker, tell 'em tackle for me Yo, you seen my last pic, go double-tap that for me co*k back, Red octagon, stop that [Chorus]