[Intro: D-Money]
No no no no no!
Not the gumdrop buttons!
Ay yo, P-Funk. Hit me up fat with that beat
[Verse 1: 36 Dolla]
Fuck that weak shit, that's that shit I don't like
Big dog status, call me Bow Wow like Mike
Ice a hater so quick, call his ass flash-frozen
Fuck a false prophet, I'm the one that's chosen
Got more than five Gs like I'm speaking with a stutter
Got my own island, man, so fly it'll make you shutter
I'm Johnnie Walker Blue, call it Mr. Funke
Get me on the beat and I'll grind it like Lupe
Mitsubishi, this speed is killing me
Rapping spree like I'm Weezy free
Pussy in Missouri, got a girl in Louis
Lock your jaw, and there ain't no key
Because I'm a Superman, Ubermensch
Shit so tight, keep it clenched
Howitzer, hit the trench
I ball so hard, fuck the bench
[Verse 2: Decor]
Walk up out the bar yeah
Me I got a dark ho
Girls of all colors you know me, I fuck the rainbow
She say she twenty one
So I take her to my chateau
I'm that nigga Bonaparte, but she can call me John Doe
Stealing her virginity, you can call me Rondo
Ball so hard, but my life's a fucking free-throw
Fucking all night I whip that ass, no Jim Crow
Her face a blank canvas and my dick I call it Van Gogh
Whole lotta money, that's a whole lotta dough
My flow so rare, call me Mr. Pure Gold
Fuck a Norwegian bitch, fuck a camel-toe
I'm enigma to the world, man fuck the status quo
Steady sipping on the drank, just a way to let go
Hit a hater with the flex, take him out, undertow
Or take him out to dinner, no homo
Bitch
[Hook: D-Money]
Our flow is progressive
Our money is massive
I fuck a Norwegian
Bitch That's how we livin'
Swag
[Verse 3: D-Money]
Glasses cracked in half, can't see straight
Blurred out of sight, double monocle that hate
Cracked vision, but rhymes still visionary
Bring faith to your lives, I'm a rap missionary
Call me far-sighted, call me near
I'm a close-talker, to make sure you hear
Listen to my words I spit straight fear
I won't tell you again, I've been Crystal clear
Cuz I fornicate with foreigners, born and raised on corners
Torn and crazed by all these Presidential orders
Buried alive by my thoughts, call me a troubled hoarder
My fame ascends as my rhymes transcend all these racial borders
Change the rap game, pocket full of quarters
Your raps is languid, so watch your language
My rhymes so dangerous, leave you in anguish
You say I'm gay shit? I say you straight piss
My sex celestial, leave out Uranus
Your sex is incest, your girl's like insects
The way your aunt's on top, staring at your small mess
Flame. Flame. Swog
[Verse 4: Playa Squad]
My raps are as clean as Tabula Rasa
Don't have to wait to be king, just call me Mufasa
Lyrical miracle, and that's all empirical
Rap circles around you that are perfectly spherical
Maybe you ignore, but you just can't dismiss
Haters hate my presence like getting socks for Christmas
No sponsorships, man, for our monster hits
Cuz we're just some phenoms like 12 year-old teen moms
Cold as a Slurpee from 7-11
Watch us light up this track with a match made in heaven
Haters gonna hate from our head to our feet
But they can't bring beef like they were Taco Bell meat
See, my president is black but my minivan is gold
These haters like origami, cuz I just watch them fold
We got better tracks than Grand Central Station
While yours are watered down, irrigation
See, I hate collars, so I say no to polo
I do 25 in my Civic screaming "yolo!"
My obstacles melt to puddles like popsicles
And everyday I try to redefine impossible
See, success, I'm told, has not much to do with luck
But I'm not a pornstar on a plane, so I don't give a flying fuck
[Hook]
[Outro: Decor, D-Money]
Shout out to all the real bitches
This goes out to Annie Weinheimer
You're fired
