[Verse 1] Y'all don't really like me I can understand My flow is sitting right inside the pocket on my pants I'm still fly, you can't float Run this shit, Usain Bolt I write your favorite records, are you saying ghost? Twenty-thousand for a verse is our routine quote I'm getting rich, uhh, you staying broke Chillin' even if I'm in a goose down coat I can't see you through the Mosley Tribes So I don't even flinch if you throw me high-fives They try to measure up, but there is no my size Whatever 40's smokin' 'bout to low my eyes Beast mode on them, I never take a night off Every single thing a nigga purchase is a write off Grounded as the runway pavement, I'm taking flight off Baby go ahead and cut the light off Cause it's about to go
[Verse 2] I hear my phone ringing when you call I ain't pickin' up or entertainin' them at all Got your girl face down, bangin' on the wall While you and all your homeboys hang in Lenox Mall Mmm, mmm, mmm I cannot relate Ridin' with some tags that I got from out of state Ridin' with a swag that I got from outer space Just show me who's the hottest, I'mma knock him out his place Call me homicide Drizzy, I'm 'bout to kill your ego I'm about my green, puffin' goody like I'm Cee-lo You can go and take a glance at your hero While the Houston ship a pole dancing zero Fantasy to you, reality to me And yeah, my G-pass is as valid as can be I'm so fresh, a stylist would agree Waving at your girl while she's smiling back at me likeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
