[Hook: Young Thug]
Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'm a save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'm a call my partner 'fore her, I f** her mother
I pa** them a molly, now they kiss each other
Every time I f**, I gotta hit me least like two b**hes
Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
Foreign car outside, that b**h got two digits
Money stand like eight feet, just like two midgets
[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Who the f** told them that Trae not the king of the streets, sh** I rep like no other
Yea I get money like Diddy, but everything else by me came out the gutter
That's why I pull up with no ceilings like Weezy, yelling f** a hater no rubber
Dare one of you pussies to run up on me, it be over put that on my mother
I-I am not backing down, hang up my chopper, no f**ing round
f**ing with me, I'm a shut it down
Bullets come flying, no ducking down
Won't nothing be funny, I'm not a clown
Have k**ers and (jail) n***as touching down
Shut the f** up, not a f**ing sound
You no longer sh** cause I'm back in town
Money so long, I ain't got a f**ing limit
Haters get brushed, name sh** (shouldn't been in it)
Hoes ain't sh**, give em' back like they rented
Trusain bolt, every night I run up in it
Everything black, presidential (? ?)
n***as can't see me like a young n***a tinted
Home town (?), for the crown I'll win it
Stay on point, other n***as can't pin it
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Who the f** told you that Young Thugger Thugger don't f** up the beat?
I got six cars and I also got rentals and all of 'em tinted
No, I'm not Nipsey, not from L.A., but I got keys to the city
I f** it, I s** it, I beat it down, then she beat me to the ceilin'
Stoner my lifestyle, I'm livin' too wild
I came to make you proud, that money keep her around
In love with her head, I can't turn it down
Can't wait for my time to come back around
She see that you don't got Lil Haiti's style
Plus I just seen Snoop on Girls Gone Wild
I just bought a Bentley and a b**h came with it
Young rich n***a hittin' million dollar licks
Balling in New York like a motherf**ing Knick
You better have them racks, you ever want to hear me spit
And everywhere I go I got a pa** like the staff
I'm goin' off top like a motherf**in' lay up
357, six shots like Al
I left ten bands in a motherf**in' cab
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Every time I come out I ain't never with no new b**hes
These b**hes is stealing, I'mma sue b**hes
Dripping down his dick, this p**y too vicious
Every time I f** him I say "Whose is it?"
Who the f** tell 'em that they was like Nicki? Oh no, b**hes didn't!
I'mma give b**hes a minute of shine then I'll tell 'em good riddance
To raise a child, it might take a village
But I wouldn't know cause these b**hes my sons; yes, they was, and they still is
Gave him the kitten, now that n***a smitten
Told him to hop in my foreign and then I said "No, I'm just kiddin'!"
Hell of a livin', you b**hes on chitlins
When I come out of my mansion I sprinkle some bread to the pigeons
b**hes is lyin', they lyin', they lyin', they lie in they bio
So I ain't f**in' with chickens unless I got pico de gallo
Girls is plottin', what more could they steal?
Tell Justin Timberlake that I am comin for Jessica Biel
b**h I'm a star-rah, you n***as, I holla tomarrah
Doors go up cause I am too rich to cop a Gallardo
No regular doors, on Aventadors
Painted it pink just so I could take pictures while you rented yours
Hell of a ticket, hell of a price
I want it, I get it, I wire the money, I never think twice
I am not gay, but lesbi precise
Cause if she pretty, then watch it cause I'mma be f**in' ya wife