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