I'm hella posted in the Trump now
I think I've finally fell in love now
Her name is Tammy, she got hella b*tches
She let me fu*k 'em while my ni**as film it
My place so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face, man, I love my baby
Man, I love my baby, man, I love my baby
Trust me, trust me, I love my baby
Man, I love my baby, man, I love my baby, trust me, trust me
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, yeah
Ooh, oh, yeah
Ooh
I turn the Ritz into a poor house
It's like eviction number four now
Go 'head and ash it on the floor now
Girl, go 'head and show me how you go down
And I feel my whole body peakin'
And I'm fu*kin' anybody with they legs wide
Got me higher than a ni**a from the West Side
East coast ni**a reppin' North Side, never waste a ho's time
b*tch, I'm on my own time, fu*k a ni**a co-sign
'Cause I get it better like proline, baby girl, I don't lie
Used to have no money for a crib
Now my room service bill cost your whole life
ni**a try to me step me, I go all-out military
I'm camo'd all-out like I'm in the military
Free my ni**a Jack, wish he was out in February
Perfect time to come out for the album drop
But this sh*t a throwaway
I got 'em sweatin' off a throwaway
Man, this sh*t is such a throwaway
(This ain't that album sh*t, man, this just a throwaway)
I don't seem to have you ni**as 'round me
All I do is cut ni**as from 'round me
And they know the reason why they got cut
You can lie to the press just to get a buzz
'Cause these ni**as know that I do everything
Puppet master over heads, I'm pullin' strings
ni**a, I'm the reason everybody gettin' high
Singin' slow, rockin' camo tees and white hoes
But they can have it, I touch any lane
Man, it don't matter, kill it anyway
Arenas in the spring, I'm hella paid
That means hella face, hella mouth, hella brain
These b*tches goin' hard, they losin' shame
I got 'em trainin' like they losin' weight
I'm in Miami, I fu*k every day
I never slow the pace, this sh*t's a throwaway
I got 'em sweatin' off a throwaway (yeah, mhm)
Man, this sh*t is such a throwaway, yeah, yeah
(This ain't that album sh*t, man, this just a throwaway)