[Produced by Stefan Ponce]
[Hook: F.A.M.]
n***as, n***as, talking 'bout licks [x6]
[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Old money flow, yeah I did mine bigger
Apesh** flow so King Kong, n***a
You got big money, man? How long n***a
Can't talk right now, I'm in Hong Kong, n***a
My Polo rounds, f** her for only a photo now
Skin is so cinnamon, Cocoa Brown
Wanna be me, but they don't know how; so profound
Who cares what they be on, I'm in the sun with aviators on
My favorite song, I came to ball
And aim at y'all, you know the semi-automatic with no safety on
Bow down, my ladies want a shout out
Take her, flip her over, lower back I leave that blah-dow
Ass backwards, Kris Kross
T-rex, Chris Bosh
n***a we eating so Rick Ross
Brown rice, fish sauce
Fly as a kite, man, I must be
Claiming to be what them thugs be
These n***as is making it dusty
Cause I'm aiming at you like I just sneezed
[Verse 2: Trinidad James]
Them white folks at the front of the crowd
Yeah [?]
In the time that I'm around
n***a you can [?]
[?]
Shoutout to them Migos