Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
[Verse 1]
Hit me on the celly, watching Belly
God, son, I can see they study MaKaveli
Peanut bu*ter Benz, got the jelly at the deli
If you feeling like a ninja I got a machete
Hell yeah, them girls bad, but I'm f**ing heavy
I'mma f** around and have them looking like spaghetti
I say some sh**, he be like, "Yo, you so legendary"
But he can tell just by my face he ain't getting any
[Chorus x2]
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
[Verse 2]
Meet me at the Rucker, take the Bruckner
It's just me and young yucka, take you s**ers
For their money and their whips, putting kitten on lips
Dividing the dividends, get the money and dip
Keys to the n***a's safe, put it under my tits
He got keys to that Roy, it could fit in the six
Got a UPS connect, so we good on them trips
Automatic bottle service so we good in them VIPs, n***a
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
These civilians, what up n***a? Excuse my millions
I'm in the V like a widow's peak
It's just me and my Rolls Royce pillow seats
Why they staring at me? I brung MacLaren with me
Yo, matter of fact, I think I'mma bring Donna Karan with me
And you my son, I don't know, it's just the parent in me
I am the best, I am the queen, it's so apparent it me
I'm in Hollywood with Shia Labeouf
Most of you rappers ain't eating, that diet is rough
You want some hot sh**? Send that wire to us
I make them change their name to Diddy, retire the puff
I'm getting acting money
You n***as is Kevin Hart, y'all be acting funny
I'mma a keep a linebacker, tell 'em tackle for me
Yo, you seen my last pic, go double-tap that for me
co*k back, Red octagon, stop that
[Chorus]