Hot on the day, like I'm wylin' for respect
It's a three-peat, CC, bitch, you wanna delete
Where you from, though
Can't come around here, this shit is gated
We made it, happy belated
I see the race, yeah
It's better if I try not to talk about the shit that's always on my mind
Money on my mind (That's right), couple hunnids at a time
Try to fuck me blind, duckin' down, hear me whine
We outside now (That's right), milk carton in the back
We don't like to fuck around with the niggas in the back
Pullin' triggers in the light (That's right), made em' pray, stay bad
Ayy, Dad, Hercules want his fuckin' waves back, stay strapped (That's right)
Dancin' like a bad bitch, love on top my mattress
Hope the good Lord catch this, I ain't tellin' backwards
Last is like an actor, Hollywood is batshit
Momma in the south still, gold all in my mouth still
Rappin' 'bout dick still, and I lease a house still
Move my nigga out still, need my nephew out here
God gave me a good deal
Miss my little niggas down low like a big wheel
Bitch, I wanna hit still
This shit for my part' and them, devil keep on robbin' them
Expressin' for myself, like I'm fuckin' Dennis Rodman (That's right)
Like I'm Dennis Rodman
Diamond dentures for my partna dem (That's right)
Golden rubbers from my pocket, friend
Ain't no answer, that's my partna dem (That's right)
She so bad, I let her touch my butt (Yeah)
Merlyn, what the fuck
When I line 'em up, you know that I'm shootin' (That's right)
If you know I been in sewer, you know what we doin' (That's right)
Hit this gas, break the glass, and keep it movin'
Tell you basic bitches, "I know I'm a nuisance"
Sugar, yeah, gimme some
Gimme dome, I'ma smoke some
Y'all ain't want the smoke, been smokin'
Garden on shrooms, y'all, who is y'all?
This what it mean to ball
Okay, Chateau Marmont, Shangri-La
Valet parking, drive a shit whip
But I ain't broke bitch
Rock my own shit, hit my own switch
Watch the clock tick, never ran and hid
Tell it like it is
That arm and nail, call me hammerhead
Texas 'till I'm dead
BBQ and cornbread, like I'm cornfed
Here we go again, hit 'em one more 'gain
Screw up from The Woodlands
Number six, been through hell
Think I'm heaven-sent
Ask the preacher man, said I need Jesus
Like I ain't know
Guess I found him, I am blessed man
Breakin' dividends, let the money stack, see you copycats
I ain't trippin', but copy that
It's a wrap, keep my distance
Where's Waldo, but we winnin'
We in my all (That's right), 'till finish
The real know what's a billfold
You can't fold, I stay grinnin'
No peekin'
Go ahead and try harder
You ain't gotta ask to put up with nobody
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
You know what, "Damn" means? Then pray sometimes with your muhfuckin' ass
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Get your muhfuckin' ass on out there
That's all you gonna do, a lover
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
They ain't knockin' no more
They ain't-they ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
They-they-they ain't knockin' no more
They ain't-they ain't knockin' no more
(That's right)
compositores: Ciaran McDonald, Dominique Simpson, Henock Sileshi, Ian Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood
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