What's poppin' nigga Hey, hey, you goin' to that turnt-ass party or what? Oh, absolutely!
I'm in the club with the squadron, mobbin' VIP section, with VVS diamonds Shinin' on a nigga like, "Whaaat?" No jewelry I make a princess cut Whenever I want I do whatever I want I get whatever I want, I'm a spoiled bastard Skinny nigga but a nigga's pockets fatter Step my game up to the top of the ladder Put another ladder on top of the ladder Now I'm so high that the sky don't matter I know no limits, I go the distance Status quo ain't co-existing Soul brother like no brother No chastity belt that means there's no restrictions I get up in it and get up out it And get back in it, she screamin' and shoutin' Like she caught the holy ghost, call me when she home alone No I'm not Macaulay Culkin, but I'm pokin' Hoes like I'm supposed to, give me a stamp I'm finna go postal on this trip If you feel the same way get your hands up like 12 o'clock, 'cause it'll never stop Yeah and she glad she knew me Can I get that baby? "Absolutely"
She never tell me no, she say, "Absolutely" How could she tell me no? I'm Mr. AB-SOULutely I'm Mr. AB-SOULutely, meet Mr. AB-SOULutely Yeah, yeah absolutely, yeah, yeah absolutely "Hey Mr. AB-SOULutely, hey Mr. AB-SOULutely Hey Mr. AB-SOULutely, hey Mr. AB-SOULutely Hey Mr. AB-SOULutely, hey Mr. AB-SOULutely" Yeah, yeah absolutely, yeah, yeah absolutely
I'm in a Lambo now Big chips like I'm finna gamble now Paparazzi shootin' at me like ammo now Never duck, never run, just pull a smile Woo, woo, look at that nigga He a multi-million dollar lookin' ass nigga Hey and I'm sippin' my drank She gon' give me that brain, nigga fuck what you think I'mma tell you like a nigga told me Chase that cream nigga chase that green Don't chase them hoes, play your role Keep 'em in line waitin' to get yours Give 'em some work, give 'em some shows Let they boyfriend pay for they nails and toes Yeah, yeah, absolutely Black glasses Gucci and the bag is Louis Full of bags of ooey, I am a d-boy All that shit right there for me, boy Ab-Soul, the asshole The gas-stove, I'm on fire man I've been advertised, but I'm flyer man I gotta necklace on, but I'm off the chain Yeah and she glad she knew me Can I get that baby? "Absolutely"
Lot of artists out here that's just out here Just to say they rappers, you know what I'm sayin' See us, shake our hands at the video shoots and all of that You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? I ain't gon' call on no names, but y'all know who y'all are You know they can't really rap, but they They always got mixtapes comin' out You know what I'm sayin'? But likeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
