Uh, what?

What? What? What?

I'm a large pink c**t

Know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

They wanna see a man do the god s**t

Narcotics if you wanna get nauseous

Pink Guy dancin' like a clown

Keep laughin' lil cunt, I got money on the down low

Y'all think this about my feelings?

They still think this about my feelings?

Like Big Bird or a Steve from the Blues Clues

When the sun go down, she goes down too

Riding around with a bump in a pound too

If you wanna leave a voice mail hit the pound two

I got money out the orifice

I buy your girl Louie bag, shit's glorious

(oh)

I'm not a hero nor a role model

I'ma spray your moms and your girl, no nozzle

Drinkin' red wine out of gatorade bottles

If you can't keep up then pull off to the bottom kid

Uh, they say i'm a elitist, like i'm better than the bunch

Like duh, nice hunch c**t

When the sun go down i'm a fiend

When the sun go down i'm a monster

When the sun go down i'm sippin' lean

When the sun go down I hope it never come up

Young boy with the trash talk

Run yo little mouth find you sittin on asphalt

I know you tryna be me, I don't have a doubt

I can't answer at the moment, I got p***y in my mouth

My mouth, p***y in my face

Depending on the nationality I get a different taste!

Ya'll really think i'm out here having hard times?

I got 17 jobs this one's part time. (Seven Eleven!)

Suck a d**k and a ball sack

Poppin' more pills than the moms in a cul de sac

Fuck her good on the couch while your dads gone

Poke holes in her face, jack'o lantern

She likes how the leather feels

She really like that I rejected several record deals

She said "why?"

I said "the money wasn't good enough"

She said "oh wow, you really know your stuff"

Yeah I do b***h

I don't need a f*****g marketing team trying to blow my s**t

I'm not a fuckin' vlog c**t with a lot of chicks

Tryna buy an autobiography about my d**k

Woops, f*ck that!

I work hard for my shit, ya'll boys are just f*****g wack

I'm the only one that cares about the process!

I'm the only one who fuckin' with the progress!

I'm the only one that made it with no middle man!

(I don't care about this song anymore)

How ya like that? How, how ya like that?

I got money on my back, I don't need your fuckin' cash

How ya like that? How, how ya like that?

I got money on my back, I don't need your fuckin' cash

It's yo favorite pink cunt!

How ya like that? How, how ya like that?

I got money on my back, I don't need your fuckin' cash

How ya like that? How, how ya like that?

I got money on my back, I don't need your fuckin' cash