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