Give it up
for two more City Boyz,
YBN Cordae and Anderson Paak.
(cheering, applause)
♪ ♪
BET, y'all ready?
-Yes, Lord!
-Are you ready, A?
Better get ready.
-Stay ready.
-Let's get it.
Yes, Lord. Let's do
something funky one time.
-♪ Come on ♪
-♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Come on, one of y'all, yo,
gonna be messing with me ♪
♪ I got two bad broads
gonna be rubbing my feet ♪
♪ I got two young hitters down
to bust out the heat ♪
-♪ And all y'all ain't got
nothing on me ♪ -♪ Hey ♪
♪ Not one of y'all, yo,
gonna be messing with me ♪
♪ I got two bad ... gonna be
rubbing my feet ♪
♪ I got three young hitters
down to bust out the heat ♪
♪ And all y'all ain't
got nothing on me ♪
♪ Uh, okay, put your, uh, hands
up, this the, uh, anthem ♪
♪ Smiling 'cause I'm young,
rich, black and I'm handsome ♪
♪ Not to mention wealthy,
body on her healthy ♪
♪ Young millionaire,
what really can you tell me? ♪
♪ Smell me?
Boy, that's Chanel cologne ♪
♪ I'm in Europe
with the tourists ♪
♪ With no cellular phone ♪
♪ She like, "Ooh, sound
like rich brother problems ♪
♪ I get the bad chick
with a fistful of condoms ♪
♪ And the randomness
of risky ménages ♪
♪ Like get ... right,
she can get what she wanted ♪
♪ The spits, then flaunt it,
my drip like a faucet ♪
♪ She told me she was preggo,
I ain't even take ♪
♪ The mother-mother ...
out my pocket yet ♪
♪ Hold on, the opposite ♪
♪ She want me to fly her,
so I copped a jet ♪
♪ Must be thinking I'm a one-way
ticket on a runway ♪
♪ Dripping in my feng shui,
sipping on a sundae ♪
♪ One of y'all, yo,
gonna be messing with me ♪
♪ I got two bad broads
gonna be rubbing my feet ♪
♪ I got three young hitters down
to bust out the heat ♪
-♪ And all y'all ain't got
nothing on me ♪ -♪ Hey ♪
♪ Not one of y'all, yo,
gonna be messing with me ♪
♪ I got two bad broads
gonna be rubbing my feet ♪
♪ I got three young hitters
down to bust out the heat ♪
-♪ And all y'all ain't got
nothing on me ♪ -♪ No, no, sir ♪
♪ I bought a Moncler coat
for the times we were broke ♪
♪ I'm-a wear it in the summer
on LeBron James boat ♪
-♪ Hey, front row? ♪
-♪ Duh, bro ♪
♪ We don't sit on nosebleeds ♪
♪ Ain't your pockets obese? ♪
♪ They won't fit
in those seats ♪
-♪ Ay, we like a cold team ♪
-♪ Bro, Shaq and Kobe ♪
-♪ Like back in '03 ♪
-♪ And I was only, like, six ♪
-♪ I was, like, 16 ♪
-♪ But I can give a 16 ♪
-♪ I can make a chick scream ♪
-♪ That's a bit extreme ♪
♪ I got a thick bald chick,
I call her Ms. Clean ♪
-♪ Come on ♪ -♪ My drip frosty
like Halls and Listerine ♪
♪ Now we all all-stars,
you hardly sixth string ♪
♪ Yeah, I had to ball hard
to harvest these dreams ♪
-♪ Swear to God, me, too ♪
-♪ Ain't no Harvey Weinstein ♪
♪ The coup was lime-green,
my wrist was blinding ♪
♪ We party in ATL,
Ferraris and blue cheese ♪
♪ Hey, what does
that even mean? ♪
-♪ Just let the hook sing ♪
-♪ Come on ♪
♪ One of y'all, yo,
gonna be messing with me ♪
♪ I got two bad broads
gonna be rubbing my feet ♪
♪ I got three young hitters
down to bust out the heat ♪
-♪ And all y'all ain't
got nothing on me ♪ -♪ Hey ♪
♪ Not one of y'all, yo,
gonna be messing with me ♪
♪ I got two bad ...
gonna be rubbing my feet ♪
♪ I got three ...
down to bust out the heat ♪
♪ And all y'all ain't
got nothing on me ♪
-♪ Okay, one of y'all ... gonna
be messing with me ♪ -♪ Sing ♪
-♪ Two bad broads gonna be
rubbing my feet ♪ -♪ Sing ♪
♪ Three young hitters
down to bust out the heat ♪
♪ And all y'all ain't
got nothing on me ♪
♪ Okay, one of y'all, yo,
gonna be messing with me ♪
♪ I got two bad broads
gonna be rubbing my feet ♪
♪ I got three young hitters
down to bust out the heat ♪
♪ And all y'all ain't
got nothing on me. ♪
(cheering, applause)
