Mike Will Made It Nigga
Sremm Life
That Barbie Venice City
That ass and pretty titties
Get down and spend they money
You sent flowers but I wish I didn’t receive ’em
All your lies I wish I didn’t believe ’em
That boy is a real pussy pleaser
All that fetty but he never met Masika
Tuck the chromes when he two in the sneaker
El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica
Young girls always lookin’ for a soulmate
But I shoulda listened to what momma told me
Furry moon boots, shades Dita
Too high to give a shit about PETA
See diva so strong I’m not blinkin’
What in the world was I thinkin’?
New day, money to be made
New things for them to imitate
I’m a fukin’ black barbie
Pretty face, perfect body
Pink seats in the ‘Rari
Always fuck ’em like I’m sorry
Who the fuck is gon’ protect her?
If I really gotta check her
Peter piper picked a pepper
And my cake is triple decker
No Flex Zone, No Flex Zone
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no) No Flex Zone
I see these silly nigga’s flexin’, it’s a no zone
You gon’ be floatin’ in the river like you Norah Jones
Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home
Still pull up with my wrist like a snowcone
She got a hit record I said “Oh shit!”
Picked up my phone cause I had to call “Bullshit!”
These bitches havin’ nightmares of my new shit
These bitches pussy and they don’t ever do shit
Hahaha, get it? Do shi-…hahahahahahaha
Half a mili on the Maybach Pullman, boarded
Now I’m prayin’ all my foreigns don’t get deported
Niggas love me so much they be sendin’ me gifts
And these clown niggas actin’, I’mma send ’em some skits
Bitches can’t rap for shit, I’mma send ’em some tits
All these bitches is my sons, should be suckin’ my tits
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)
Now usually I don’t do this, I’m cut by cheese [?]
Usually I’m a Christian but this piece is Buddhist
All on my niggas draw but none of them Cartoonists
Usually I’m the baddest, usually I’m the cutest
Usually I’m the flyest, usually you’re the stewardess
And we ain’t playin’ ball but usually its some shooters
Are these bitches drunk? These bitches ain’t lucid
Go against the queen, your career will be elusive
Where your plaques? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
Bitches ass-back, they was never in my tax-brack
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle