B Boy

All that ass, Lord have mercy

All that champagne, these bitches thirsty

Verserchy, no hold up, I meant Versace

I prolly pull up Roberto over Cavalli

Puffin' on Cali, prolly out in the valley

Sippin' on something drowsey

Bitches twerkin' like Miley

Twerk, twerk for a real nigga sellin' work

Promise I won't tell a word

I been on that trill shit, way back

North Philly nigga, but I'm laid back

Get shot in your head drivin' your Maybach

Homey D Clown know I don't play that

Sippin' dirty, riding dirty, I say hi to thirty

Call your dog, I call my dawg and he'll buy a birdy

Try to school me, I'm getting out here early

Dope dealer, Puma life, back of this soccer jersey

Mink draggin', tell PETA I'm swaggin'

All these karats like I'm tryna lure in a rabbit

Just to put it, on my jacket

What you doin? I'm doin' fashion

Okay, I walk with a limp and I talk with a slur

I might wear every single chain and mix it up with my fur

I might get every single drink and mix it up til I blur

I tell the bitch get on my lap, but don't you get on my nerves

I need that bag full of green like I lawn mow it

John Doe and all Sean Doe it

And I keep it G, yeah, I ground floor it

And I'm pound blowin'

If her pussy good then I might one, two, three, round four it

Got her down for it

Yeah, nigga overthink, never under stress

Yeah, I understand, your girl over, I'm so unimpressed

Yeah, and she tryna fuck me raw, unprotect

But if I don't have that rubber on it I feel underdressed

Yeah, and I got money bags under my eyes, ho, cause I ain't sleep

They all Goyard too cause I ain't cheap

Finally Famous, Aura Gold is my I-N-C

And I put everything in motion like I-N-G

And when we flyin' private you could bring the gun on with us

I got this freak to 3rd base, she tryna run home with us

And I got comma on comma on comma on comma, on comma

And I ain't talking about no run on sentence

Yeah, nigga hot headed so I need that Chings Chili

Put my P up on her head like that bitch is reppin' Philly

And I wheelie in that pussy like my nigga Meek Milly

On my way to meet millis

Lawyer drafting up the deep deep dealies

I got rich decided that ain't rich enough

When I did it big, bitch, I decided that ain't big enough

Dead Pres, who you diggin up?

Who that nigga that you hating on, but just can't get enough?

Fuck, the jig is up, little bitch

I'm like Madoff when I made off, scheming on niggas' payoff

I never take a day off, your stash is short like Adolf, Hitler

You should lay off on the gangsta talk cause you're fake, dog

You never pushed no yay, dawg, ain't see no keys like Ray Charles

Me and Meek in the Maybach, we get Wale and take off

We got your bitch in a big house, she walk in hype like "Hey, Ross"

Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the Lakers

You ballin'? Nah, you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader

I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor

You thinkin' Khloe don't know me, I'm in the car dashin' haters

I'm in the Kardashian, get it? I'm lyin', can't I pretend?

They say fake it 'til you make it, well, let the fakin' begin

I got a bitch with fake titties, fake ass, she all in the Benz

Them titties'll prolly fall like a ball when she bends

My niggas from Harlem and Philly all get it in

Your bitch come around and we fuckin' her and her friends

Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the Lakers

You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader

Come get with the Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the Lakers

You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader

I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor

I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor

I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor

I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor

What she do? She, just, put heart eyes under my pic nigga

That's my bitch nigga

Bought her a first class ticket to put the dick in her