[YFN Lucci] (Pooh, you're a fool for this one) (Go Grizz) Yeah, hey (Oh-oh) (Hitmaka)
[YFN Lucci] Worldwide, nigga, who can stop me? (Stop me) From the big body Benz to courtside like Spike Lee (Like Spike Lee) Tryna catch a vibe and fuck on somethin' feisty (Yeah) Louis on the luggage, you know how them flights be, yeah (Woo) Shawty said she want a real nigga, rich nigga like me, yeah The type to swipe the card, ain't no nigga like me, yeah Dimes on my line, but my time ain't free, yeah Shawty said she want a real nigga like me
[YFN Lucci] Look, I come from the dirt, far from a church I pulled up first, I buy Birks I pop Percs, lift up her skirt I put in work, she give me head, that girl a nerd I can't get played, I can't get hurt I got her legs all on my shoulder, I put in work, look Dime after dime, I spent, time after time, I sinned Ridin' 'round drop-top in my Benz Ridin' 'round with my Glock in my hand The block ain't get no one-night stand Fuck I look like, Stan? Fuck I look like, Pam? Look, ayy, ain't it funny how them hoes hated? I just got a whole 'nother Cuban and it ain't gold-plated That's a whole 'nother eighty
[YFN Lucci] Worldwide, nigga, who can stop me? (Stop me) From the big body Benz to courtside like Spike Lee (Like Spike Lee) Tryna catch a vibe and fuck on somethin' feisty (Yeah) Louis on the luggage, you know how them flights be, yeah (Woo) Shawty said she want a real nigga, rich nigga like me, yeah The type to swipe the card, ain't no nigga like me, yeah Dimes on my line, but my time ain't free, yeah Shawty said she want a real nigga like me
[Bandhunta Izzy] I done seen what happened to Von, so boy, don't try to fight me (Nah) I done turnt up on my own so I don't need no nigga to pipe me (At all) Seen six-fifty, cop a 'Vette, trunk in front back where the pipes be (Grr) Gave a hundred-bar to Bop 'cause he shootin' shit up, Spike Lee (Don't miss) Don't care 'bout niggas likin' me (Nah), 'cause I bet they bitches love me (Love me) Give a bitch a "Uh-uh" (Uh), while her forehead on my tummy (Yeah) Got a rich bitch from the 'burbs, I changed the lingo, call me dummy (What?) Why she like my clouted ass? I'm from the rain, she where it's sunny (Bitch) Tell 'em hold they Rollies up if you a real gangster (What up?) We in the streets, you industry, you a real prankster (Ha) Talked to my son like fuck the streets because the streets'll take ya (I swear) They ain't gon' like you when you dead, treat you like a stranger (Bet)
[YFN Lucci] Worldwide, nigga, who can stop me? (Stop me) From the big body Benz to courtside like Spike Lee (Like Spike Lee) Tryna catch a vibe and fuck on somethin' feisty (Yeah) Louis on the luggage, you know how them flights be, yeah (Woo) Shawty said she want a real nigga, rich nigga like me, yeah The type to swipe the card, ain't no nigga like me, yeah Dimes on my line, but my time ain't free, yeah Shawty said she want a real nigga like meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
