Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sippin'
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missin'
Yep, yep
That stuff look like a toupée
I get what you get in ten years
In two days
Ladies love me
I'm on my Cool J
If you get what I get
What would you say?
He wax it on and off
Mister Miyagi
And them suicide doors
Hari-kari
Look at me now
Look at me now
Oh-oh
I'm gettin' paper
Look at me now
Oh-oh
Look at me now
Yeah-yeah-yeah yeah
Fresher than a mug, what?
Lil' thigga bigger than gorilla
'Cuz I'm killin' every jigga
That try to be on my stuff
Better cuff ya' man
If you wit’ him, I can get him
‘Cuz he accidentally slip and fall on my crack
Oops, I said
"On my crack"
I ain't really mean to say
"On my crack"
But since we talkin’ about my crack
All you haters say hi to that
I'm done
No really, though, I’m not done
Let’s go!
'Cuz I'm feelin' like I'm runnin'
And I'm feelin' like I gotta get away, get away, get away
Better know that I don't
And I won't ever stop
'Cuz you know I gotta win every day, day
See, they don’t really, really wanna pop me
Just know that you will never stop me
And I know that I can be a little cocky
Ohh!
You ain't never gonna flop me
Every time I come, a jigga gotta set it
Then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it
Then I gotta blow and
Then I gotta shudder any little thing
A jigga think that he be doin'
'Cuz it doesn't matter
'Cuz I'm gonna da-da-da-da-da
Then I'm gonna murder every thing and anything
A-badaboom a-badabing
I gotta do a lot of things
To make it clearer to a couple jiggas
That I’m always winnin’
And I gotta get it again, and again, and again
And I be doin' it to death
And now I move a little foul
A jigga better call a ref
And everybody know my style
And jiggas know I'm the the best
When I come out doin’ this
And I be bangin’ on my chest
And I bang in the east
And I'm bangin' in the west
And I come to give you more
And I will never give you less
You will hear it in the street
Or you can read it in the press
Do you really wanna know what's next?
See the way we on it when we all up in the race
And you know we gotta go
Don't try to keep up with the pace
And we strugglin', and hustlin'
And sendin' in to get it
And always gotta do it
Take it to another place
Gotta taste it, and I gotta grab it
And I gotta cut through all this traffic
Just to be at the top of the throne
But I know I gotta have it
Look at me now
Look at me now
Oh-oh
I'm gettin' paper
Look at me now
Oh-oh
Look at me now
Yeah-yeah-yeah yeah
Fresher than a mug, what?
Man forget these haters
How y'all doin'?
I'm Lil' Tunechi
I'm a nuisance
I go stupid
I go dumb like the Three Stooges
I don't eat sushi
I'm the stuff
No pollution
No substitution
Now I’m chillin’, playin movies
In my Jacuzzi, fruit is juicy
I
Never give a damn about a hater
Got money on my radar
Dress like a skater
Got a big house
Came with an elevator
You jiggas ain't eatin'
Go tell a waiter
Marley said, "Shoot 'em"
And I said, "Okay"
You on that bullsh- I'm like, "Olé"
Don't care what you say
So don't even speak
Your boyfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil
That's word to my flag
And my flag red
I'm out of my head, yo, I'm outta my mind
From the bottom I climb
You ain't hotter than mine
Nope, not on my time
I'm not even tryin'
What's poppin' Slime?
Nothin', five,
And if they trippin', forgettin’ five
I ain't got no time to shuck and jive
These jiggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
Cîroc and Sprite on a private flight
Yo’, I been tight
Since Guiding Light
And my pockets white
My diamonds white
My momma’s nice
And my daddy's gone
Y’all peeps be scared
'Cuz I'm too wild
Been here for a while
I was like, "No trial"
I puts it down
I'm so Young Money
If you got eyes
Look at me now
Oh!
Look at me now
Look at me now
Oh-oh
I'm gettin' paper
Look at me now
Oh-oh
Look at me now
Yeah-yeah-yeah yeah
Fresher than a mug, what?
Okay
Okay
Is that right?
I’m fresher than a mug, what?
