Big Sean - Supa Dupa Lemonade lyrics

[Intro] I do it Do it, do it B-I G, Finally Famous getting money G.O.O.D. music, look What up Earl Mac My n***a Tone say he so Westside It's a damn shame Me too, D-Town, D-Town [Verse 1: Big Sean] D-Town, Westside Yeah I said it, Westside But they yelling big so much That you would thought it's Bed-Stuy You are now f**ing with the newest n***a best out Go on, roll that weed n***a, cause I'm stressed out L-V checked out Bad b**h, chest out No wonder why Mrs. Right just keeps on getting left out Oh well that's everything I'm not concerning, f** it I'm on the top floor getting brains, higher learning Getting higher earnings and my desires yearning Running through that paper like my attorney Hundred blunts rolled, you can smell the fire burning I'm in the fast lane, you can smell my tires burning Exercise, flex on guys Model chick Sex on thighs Bump a lot A Lexus drive I might let Alexis drive Jesus chain, testify I over accessorize Test her out, now she gon' need a stretcher when I stretch her out When it's time to speak, bet all of ya'll listen When you up in the party Why is all the broads missing And I just drop lines like a n***a gone fishing Man and I be on them posters like that n***a gone missin' And I spit that er-retarded sh** just call it autism I'm so Hollywood that I might make your b**h audition Before we cut Cut, cut Movie time, cut I'ma dick her down, you gon' pick her up And I'm unusual as sh** I'm Superbad, your girl probably doodling my dick And it's a couple screws up in my head that could use a f**ing wrench And I'm just looking at the game like Damn, they could use a f**ing bench, b**h And my name all up in the rafters She gon' make me cum, I bet that money come faster Kanye first, then I'm coming after And Lou' Vuitton shoes ho Dons and the Jaspers Who her, I ran through her walls Made her scream and disappear but hell no my name is not Casper Boy, what the f** these rappers sound like Just a whole bunch of my sound bites First whip, garbo Second whip, Largo Don't worry bout my n***as Thurgood Marshall Bank account got me feeling Well, Fargo Balling til I get a Milicic Darko I did that I just give them line after line, after line After line, after line barcode They looking for my work, Narco Cause I just black out in the booth, charcoal Me, Don C, Tone and fifty-four b**hes Since we finna blow, I bet they finna blow n***a Two pounds of weed, don't act like you don't know n***a I put that green up, like mistletoe n***a [Outro] Yeah boy, boy boy Finally Famous in this, getting money F-F ho D-town G.O.O.D. Music n***a Bangladesh Say these n***as get off my dick These n***as sit down