[Intro: DJ (Childish Gambino)] Is it too much to ask for (Alright, alright) (Royalty has done a track together) I mean it's man, c'mon really (Well I thought we would get on the same track) You niggas learn a lot by now (I'll go first) Mountain
[Verse 1: Childish Give a fuck about these man I'm the flyest that there's been I'm always reppin' Stone You my show is sold out You know my is so loud It's about his business up out my business Flow so When niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, catch what is I up in the party, we took all the bitches love how I move, we might need a minute God damn, Summer looking son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas Hang with models and a couple She love my so I nutted in her Damn I'm decent, Neeson I'm takin' over, you sober up and you finished last I'm crying nigga, that's gas Woooh, now I'm Was that fire? Bitch you it (Oh shit!)
Steve G Lover] I bet you I can make ass hot C'mon bae, drop it a ass shot Say my sixteen will that ass hot Song done, drop it like a ass Boy stuntin' got ass hot Go on nigga, drop 'em a ass shot Jump on beat and get they ass hot Go on girl, drop it like a ass
[Verse 2: I am, the prince, two cups, Our team, got money, hard, so don't hate off, no way, we run it, it's too late We smoke sour, call that I just blew, a My girl, so sweet, like brûlée But still, she that hood, red Kool-Aid We on top, toupée, I got hits, like I just did in one day I flew out to Croat-ia I'm independent man and still doin' Young so flashy got me lookin' like lazers housewife I can make ya like Phaedra So play my, I'mma play ya Get bands, then head to la My niggas is My brothers the owner, fuck with 'em get G-lover spit fire, that is saliva riders that got Nick Cannon's now Make 'em drop you like Mariah,
[Verse 3: Start her off with gin and tonic, a double Out in fool, you know I'm bettin' double your car note, double your mama rent Ain't shit but house money, I spent a cent Mo' money mo' problems, yeah official I just cash at it, that's my issue, it's hard So I my boo boo hard that moo moo bags If she mo', then girl I miss you, bye But ain't no lookin' Cause I know it's a salt (you salty?) I'm goin' Chevy with fuckin' gun style No door handle, she high tryna how my auto mobile looks like Girls Gone Wild That's top off, nigga offs Slidin' dirty with yo' OG sativa baby, watch for that air plane Fuck with my money, and I'm at your like the mail came You meet the Swank lion, mode, untamed
[Verse 4: Big homie have you her She got the dope breath, all nina Packed like Serena, maybe Shit I know, they both got ass So of course he came to give you all courses And you ignore 'em, cause these hoes adore 'em Words hot, don't 'em I just up, so please ho, keep up ho, keep up Ok, ok, ok, she ain't money, no way I met her on a Monday, but I her back to Sunday I her she my Brandy, I'm her one and only one Ye she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai, bitch