I hit a bad bitch with a fistful of condoms
Like ooh, sound like rich n***a problems
I'm in Europe with the tourists with no cellular phone
Smell me? N***a, that's Chanel cologne
Young millionaire, what the fuck can you tell me?
Not to mention wealthy, ass on her healthy
Smiling 'cause I'm young, rich, black, and I'm handsome
put your fucking hands up, this the fucking anthem
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
I got three young n****s down to bust out the heat
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
Ooh, not one of y'all n****s gon' be fuckin' with me
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
I got three young n****s down to bust out the heat
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
One of y'all n****s gon' be fuckin' with me
I got a thick bald bitch, I call her Ms. Clean
I can make a bitch scream, that's a bit extreme
Shit, I was like 16, but I can give a sixteen
Like back in '03, I was only like 6
Ayy, we like a cold team, n***a, Shaq and Kobe
Ain't your pockets obese? They won't fit in those seats
Front row? Duh, bro, we don't sit on nosebleeds
I'ma wear it in the summer on LeBron James boat
I bought a Moncler coat for the times we were broke
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
I got three young n****s down to bust out the heat
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
Ooh, not one of y'all n****s gon' be fuckin' with me
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
I got three young n****s down to bust out the heat
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
One of y'all n****s gon' be fuckin' with me
Drippin' in my feng shui, sippin' on a sundae
Must be thinkin' I'm a one way ticket on a runway
The opposite, She want me to fly her, so I copped a jet
the motherfuckin' dick out my pocket, yeah
She told me she was prego, I ain't even take
The spits, then flaunt it, my drip like a faucet
Like get the head right, she can get what she wanted
And the randomness of risky ménages
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
I got three young n****s down to bust out the heat
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
Ooh, not one of y'all n****s gon' be fuckin' with me
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
I got three young n****s down to bust out the heat
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
One of y'all n****s gon' be fuckin' with me
Fuck does that even mean? N***a, just let the hook sing
We party in South Beach, Ferraris and blue cheese
The coupe was lime green, my wrist was blinding
Swear to God, me too, no Harvey Weinstein
Yeah, I had to ball hard to harvest these dreams
We all all-stars, you hardly sixth string
My drip frosty like Halls and Listerine
