Nintendo, Crescendo Nintendo, Crescendo Red hat, super rad Driving crazy, super bad Drop it low, pick it up Poppin' bottles in the club 1 show, 1 name, 1 life, 1 game Super Malio I run this b**h Radio magnificence Uh, I'm the boss Y-y-you already lost Man I'm speeding down the runway While you're sleeping in the loft And I'm sipping lemonade With my black Versace shades You don't f** with Super Malio I'm fighting with grenades You stay in the back Keep it quiet while I rap I be servin' out my engine to the chickens on the track Now this must be quite exhausting and I'd almost say it's boring Winning every race, no competition While you just watching I am kinda fabulous And sorta perfect I can't help it Red hat, super rad Driving crazy, super bad Drop it low, pick it up Poppin' bottles in the club 1 show, 1 name, 1 life, 1 game Super Malio I run this b**h Radio magnificence Radio magnificence Rocket-sci intelligence I'm like 50 million and you about a 2 cents Screaming fans I see
Damn, they must be here for me I'm a f**ing cla**ic and I'm sure that you'd agree Bounce on the flo' M-m-mash it up some mo' Call a couple drinks so you can watch me down 'em both Cuz I own this place I got guns and I got grace If you slippin' I might accidently shoot you in the face I'm f**ing crazy But I call it art I don't know Red hat, super rad Driving crazy, super bad Drop it low, pick it up Poppin' bottles in the club 1 show, 1 name, 1 life, 1 game Super Malio I run this b**h Radio magnificence Tearing up the track Drinking Malibu and Jack Wind is in the hair Put your lighters in the air Tearing up the track Drinking Malibu and Jack Wind is in the hair Put your lighters in the air Tearing up the track Drinking Malibu and Jack Wind is in the hair Put your lighters in the air Tearing up the track Drinking Malibu and Jack Wind is in the hair Put your lighters in the air I own it I said I f**ing own it Don't back me say it again Oh, you already know b**h