One of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me Ooh, not one of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
Uh, okay, put your fucking hands up, this the fucking anthem Smiling 'cause I'm young, rich, black, and I'm handsome Not to mention wealthy, ass on her healthy Young millionaire, what the fuck can you tell me? Smell me? Nigga, that's Chanel cologne I'm in Europe with the tourists with no cellular phone
Like ooh, sound like rich nigga problems I hit a bad bitch with a fistful of condoms And the randomness of risky ménages Like get the head right, she can get what she wanted The spits, then flaunt it, my drip like a faucet She told me she was prego, I ain't even take the motherfuckin' dick out my pocket, yeah
The opposite She want me to fly her, so I copped a jet Must be thinkin' I'm a one way ticket on a runway Drippin' in my feng shui, sippin' on a sundae
One of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me Ooh, not one of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
I bought a Moncler coat for the times we were broke I'ma wear it in the summer on LeBron James boat Front row? Duh, bro, we don't sit on nosebleeds Ain't your pockets obese? They won't fit in those seats Ayy, we like a cold team, nigga, Shaq and Kobe Like back in '03, I was only like 6 Shit, I was like 16, but I can give a sixteen I can make a bitch scream, that's a bit extreme I got a thick bald bitch, I call her Ms. Clean My drip frosty like Halls and Listerine We all all-stars, you hardly sixth string Yeah, I had to ball hard to harvest these dreams Swear to God, me too, no Harvey Weinstein The coupe was lime green, my wrist was blinding We party in South Beach, Ferraris and blue cheese Fuck does that even mean? Nigga, just let the hook sing
One of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me Ooh, not one of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat And all y'all ain't got nothin' on meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
