Mike Tomlin

[Wale]

Black and Yellow bottles at my table, I'm ballin'

Black and yellow ladies at my section, I called 'em

Balck and yellow, balck and yellow SS

Black and yellow everything n-gga, Mike Tomlin

Look at my carnage, bitches be astonished

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

This just aint no song sh-t, do this for my city Joe

Bout to get my city on, had to let me city go

Shout outs to my Philly hoes, told her drop that eagle o

Called that b-tch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Give it to these broads, I make em soar back and all that

You don't sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Me I never call em back, she said that y'all go together

She just let me beat in you, an acapello kind fella, black and yellow

Yeah aint that what the song say

What you calla lifetime, I just call a long day

[Wiz Khalifa]

Ah ha, you know what it is...

[Wale]

It's no days off, you aint doing sh-t

Shout outs to them Taylors and them Jets fool

It feel like Woodstock in a n-gga dressing room

Looking at my opposition like bust and move

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

You can end this verse premature

But I got sceptics and some fans that just be needing more

Louie D don't see the score, going in and leave it gone

Flyer than teh rest of 'em, Ima (?) to reinforce

I don't be in wars, so I don't need a fort

I just be in the cut, my n-gga Neosporin

Some n-ggas slept on me but I don't see the snoring

Some n-ggas sayin' bullsh-t but they don't be important

They don't want, my attention, I'm cool cousin

A lil liquor a lil rose for my lil young'n

A n-gga suffer, aint eating nothing they still bluffin

While I go hard and spit retarded like them little busta's

I'm still buzzin', chick is something like n-gga f-ck it

Y'all little n-ggas like lil bustas with lil budgets

You lil n-ggas is silly you think my n-ggas budging

I think you n-ggas funny, I leave you n-ggas bludgeoned

Hold up... ok

Black and yellow j-force, always wear a rubber so they never ever late for it

Than we celebrate when they on it

She can nip it in the bud and leave that b-tches face warm, yuughck!

In my best Pusha imitation

Bitch I've been ballin' all alone, like the gym is vacant

And I'ma need some more Patron I don't want no chaser

I'm throwing hundreds at KOD, a little paper

And you're girl working out, I let my n-ggas train her

You Tim Tebow ass n-ggas probably still gater

I chump chump p-ssy if it smell good to me

And I don't do nothing to her but she do it to me

I'm trifling, damn right ignorant

Mic magnificant, you're all simpletons

It's a (?), bitches blind dating (?)

Baby I aint liping, I just tend to keep my city there

On my back boy, holla back boy

Half a mill rap touring, Jarrett Jack boy

Black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow