[Verse 1]
Who's that with the white chick
Looking at his cards like psychic?
Damn, I'm so gorgeous
Caesar the meanest, but I'm still the nicest
k** 'em for moderate prices
Watch these n***as get sad, fold
Heartbeat faster than droptop Lambos
Looking like a heartthrob
Matter fact, a dream boat
She says I'm an a**hole
What the f** you mean though?
You just mad that I'm cutthroat, no joke
Wanna cut corners, you still in a box though
I'mma keep it hot like some socks on a jock
They all don't mind 'cuz they know I'm about to blow
White girls in the 90210
We k** like that's all we f**ing know
Baby girl, don't you know you're beautiful?
You watch and finger while I dress out on these hoes
You smell like Paris on a Tuesday
Squad going up in a few days
Chilling in the free world, feeling like a new slave
2 Chains, whole team fire Sasuke
[Verse 2]
It's all a catastrophe
Ass fat, but her face is a masterpiece
Too bad she's in love with the hotel suite
And the alcohol name in a language that she don't speak
And I'm coming for the game but they don't peep
I don't seek anything but the old me
Now I feel like old Kobe when on A
Why you n***as hate on me?
Damn, why you n***as hate on me?
Straight outta high school, Lebron
Double Tron and Decepticon—trapped in a Ferrari
And they still all wanna hate on me?
While you n***as hate on me
I'm in the booth while these young n***as yawnin'
Dust 'til dawn, I gotta put on
'Cuz if I don't work, who else will they hate on?
Yeah, no WiFi
Because of the internet—I'm wide eyed
High noon, high after midnight
Slide in DMs, yeah, I just might
Breakfast in bed just to prove I'm a good guy
Then we can stir fry
Do I really love you or don't I?
I could see us being real through my third eye
You hit me up on my blind side
Now I'm walking around with some hard irons
Heart broken apart like apartheid
I party so hard so I don't cry
I'm tweaking I think that I might call
You up? We can chat like the old times
But baby I'll stay on my grind
'Cuz I have to claim what is mine
They all wanna hate
I tell 'em that's fine
Even that if you finish, Taylor in '09
I'm coming for pounds and I'm hunting them down
Give 'em black eye
Aye Captain
Brother brought a gun and keep asking
I wanna fall in love with a bad b**h
Who makes me laugh and mad blunt with a pa**ion