Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah), ok, ok

Louis V shades, no ray-bans
Hit the strip club, make it rain dance
Condo in MIA, go there just to bump M.I.A
Only hit the club if a nigga gettin paid

Kickin hoes out the section, Kanye
Tell a fuck nigga don't bring the drama my way
Cause we got rugers N uzis and then i spray it like mace
Word on the street is your bitch want a taste
Sorry, not sorry, lil bitch i'm taken, taking it day to day

Smoke on heavyweight, every day
I feel like i' a jaimaican
I tell my baby to sit back, spend racks
I'm finna bring home the bacon
Covered in money just like a mason
And i ain't have to give my soul to satan
On the supermoto i'm racin, racin

Cuttin niggas off like raiden
Remember writin raps in my basement, basement
Thank god that a nigga made it
All these other niggas too basic
And all these bitches that be going whit em too tasteless

She only with you cause she couldn't get me
I'm chocolate chip, you oatmeal raisin
Louis V shades, no ray-bans
Hit the strip club, make it rain dance

Condo in MIA, go there just to bump M.I.A.
Only hit the club if a nigga gettin paid
Kicking hoed out the section, Kanye
Tell a fuck nigga don't bring the drama my way
Cause we got rugers N uzis, and then i spray it like mace