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 the bus at they heat
And all y 'all ain't got nothin' on me
Ooh, now 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 the bus at they heat
And all y 'all ain't got nothin' on me
Okay, put your fuckin' hands up, this the fuckin' anthem
Smilin' cause I'm young, rich, black, and I'm handsome
Not to mention wealthy, ass on the healthy Young millionaire, what the fuck can you tell me?
Smell me, nigga, that's Chanel cologne I'm in Europe with the tourists when I sell your phone
Like, ooh, sound like rich nigga problems I hit a bad bitch with a fistful of condoms
In the randomness of risky menages Like, get that head right, she can get what she want
If it's fits, then flaunt it, my trip like a faucet
She told me she was pregnant, I ain't even take the motherfuckin' dick out my pocket yet
The opposite, she want me to fly her, so I cop the jet
Must be thinkin' I'm a one -way ticket on the 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 the bus at the heat
And all y 'all ain't got nothin' on me
Ooh, now 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 the bus at the heat
And all y 'all ain't got nothin' on me
I bought a Montclair coat for the times where it broke
I'ma wear it in the summer on LeBron James' boat
Front row, dub row, we don't sit on those bleeds
Ain't your pockets obese? They won't fit in those seats
Ain't we like a code team? Niggas shackin' Kobe
Like back in 03, I was only like 6
I was like 16
But I can give a 16
I can make a bitch scream
That's a bit extreme
I got a thick ball, bitch, I call her Miss Clean
My drip frosty like House of Mr. Green
And we are all -stars, you hardly six -string
Yeah, I had to borrow her to harvest these dreams
Swear to God, me too
Don't know 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 the bus at the heat
And all y 'all ain't got nothin' on me
Ooh, now 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 the bus at the heat
And all y 'all ain't got nothin' on me
