(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga!)
(Sremm Life)
(Black Barbies in the city)
(Fat ass and pretty titties)
(Get dummies for they money)
(No drama!)
You sent flowers, but I wish I didn't receive 'em
All your lies, I wish I didn't believe 'em (Mike WiLL Made-It!)
That boy is a real pussy pleaser
All that fetty, but he never met Masika
Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker
El Chapo, but he crazy like La Quica
Young girls always looking for a soulmate
But I shoulda listened to what momma told me
Furry moon boots
Shades Dita
Too high to give a shit about PETA
Sativa so strong I'm not blinking
What in the world was I thinking?
New day, new money to be made
New things for them to imitate
I'm a fucking black Barbie
Pretty face, perfect body
Pink seats in the 'Rari
Always fuck him like I'm sorry
Who the fuck is gon' protect her
If I really gotta check her?
Peter Piper picked a pepper
And my cake is triple decker
(No flex zone, no flex zone)
(Yeah, oh, no, no, no, no) no flex zone
I see these silly nigga's flexing, it's a no zone
You gon' be floating in them rivers like you know Joan
Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home
Still pull up with my wrist looking like a snowcone
She said she got a hit record, I said: Oh, shit!
Picked up my phone 'cause I had to call bullshit!
These bitches having nightmares of my new shit
These bitches pussy and they don't ever do shit
Hahaha, get it? Douche it
Hahahah!
Half a mili' on the Maybach Pullman, bought it
Now I'm praying all my foreigns don't get deported
Niggas love me so much they be sending me gifts
And these clown niggas acting, I'mma send 'em some skits
Bitches can't rap for shit, I'mma send 'em some tips
All these bitches is my sons
Should be sucking my tits
(Yeah, oh, no, no, no, no)
(Yeah, oh, no, no, no, no)
Now usually I don't do this, I'm Popeye, she's Brutus
Usually, I'm a Christian, but this peace is Buddhist
All of my niggas draw, but none of them cartoonists
Usually, I'm the baddest, usually, I'm the cutest
Usually, I'm the flyest, usually, you're the stewardess
And we ain't playing ball, but usually, it's some shooters
Are these bitches drunk? These bitches ain't lucid
Go against the queen, your career will be elusive
Where your plaques at? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
Bitches ass-back, they was never in my tax-brack
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no)
That boy is a real pussy pleaser
All that fetty, but he never met Masika
Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker
El Chapo, but he crazy like La Quica
Young girls always looking for a soulmate
But I shoulda listened to what momma told me
Furry moon boots
Shades Dita
Too high to give a shit about PETA
[Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser (oh, yeah)
Small world, all her friends know of me (they know me)
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick-release the cash, watch it fall slowly (Mike-WiLL)
Frat girls still tryna get even (get even)
Haters mad for whatever reason (yeah, yeah)
Smoke in the air (hey)
Binge drinking (ooh)
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle (remember)
Ooh, oh, uh, ooh
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