[Verse 1: Danny!]
Nothing left to prove
So I'mma hit you with something thats extra smooth
And I'mma give you a muffin with extra blue
Berries necessary but you can pick them off
That euphemism was lost
Never take what I say at face value
Marinate it, what I say, it may wow you
Levitate, dont let negative space around you
Feeling good, feeling great, how are you?
Feeling good, feeling great, how are you?
Still in the hood building eight, tower two
Pilates with my gal-pal
Spending royalty checks I got from Bow-Wow
Ghostrider diseur on a world tour with Zsa Zsa Gabor
Think I'll prank call Akon and Lady Gaga some more
Nah, nah, you boring them
Catch me in Manhattan in the Prada emporium
My chick gotta sick shoe game
But her hips too thick for the hoop chain
Mayne, I put it on the Jenny Craig
Diet, hire a private eye from Winnipeg
I catch her slipping, then her food's mine
Instead of steak, feed her limes, like Gertrude Stein
And she'll be back normal in no time
[Verse 2: Paris Artelli]
Artelli
Pa** the mic and I'mma running cla**
We ain't running with you n***as, we just running past
It's all work, I'm hustling like I'm running fast
Ferricelli, past these n***as 'bout to feel my wrath
I got a girl on each arm n***a do the math
Walk and look booked b**h dig my fashion
Don't phone, I'm higher than them lumberjacks
So cold, hotter than a summer cla**
Swing, let me hit em with the four-one
Tell these grocery-bagging n***as in the store: run
f** em all, haters see me but they dont speak
f** em all, cause I'm probably in the boutique
Flip two beats, get new sneaks
Watch some ?, with a new freak
Goddamn, we f**ing up the new sheets
And my momma proud of me
Abstract kid in that modern art gallery
Overseas remixes just for the salary
Hoping n***as on the phone trying to tell me sh**
My momma on the other line trying, yelling sh**
HD frames, closed door steez
I'm hungry so I'm k**ing beasts for this grilled cheese
We getting bread, I'm on my stronger sh**
And I know that you feel this, f** you talking bout Willis?
That Gary Coleman sh**, I'm on a roll and sh**
Taking roll and sh**, you should believe in me
Got my 120 shades you ain't seeing me
Every chick you follow is up tweeting me
Holla...