[Intro: DJ (Childish Gambino)] Is it too much to ask for (Alright, alright) (Royalty has never done a together) I mean 2014 man, c'mon really (Well I thought we would get everybody on the track) You could learn a lot by now (I'll go first) Mountain
[Verse 1: Gambino] Give a fuck these haters man I'm the that there's ever been I'm always reppin' Stone You know my is sold out You know my is so loud still about his business Stay up out my so vicious When niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, what this is I walk up in the party, we took all the They how I move, we might need a minute God damn, Summer like son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas with models and a couple strippers She my music so I nutted in her Damn I'm decent, Neeson I'm takin' over, you plain Gassed up and you last I'm crying nigga, tear gas Woooh, now I'm Was fire? Bitch you guessed it (Oh shit!)
[Hook: G Lover] I bet you I can make ass hot C'mon bae, it like a ass shot Say my sixteen will make ass hot Song done, drop it a ass shot Boy got they ass hot Go on nigga, drop 'em like a ass Jump on this 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, stunt hard, so don't Fall off, no way, we run it, too late We smoke sour, call that I just blew, a My girl, so sweet, Crème brûlée But still, she that hood, like red We on top, toupée, I got hits, touché I just did in one day I flew out to Croat-ia I'm independent man and still major Young King so flashy got me lookin' lazers Atlanta housewife I can make ya Phaedra So let's my, I'mma play ya Get bands, then head to la My is bias My the owner, fuck with 'em get higher G-lover spit fire, flame is saliva riders that got Nick Cannon's now Make 'em you like Mariah, wassup
[Verse 3: her off with gin and tonic, mine's a double Out in Vegas fool, you know I'm bettin' Double your car note, your mama rent Ain't but house money, I ain't spent a cent Mo' money mo' problems, yeah official I just throw at it, that's my issue, it's hard So I my boo boo hard that moo moo bags If she need mo', then girl I you, bye But no lookin' back Cause I it's a salt pile (you salty?) I'm goin' Chevy metallic fuckin' gun style No door handle, she high figure how While my auto mobile looks like Girls Wild top off, nigga drop offs Slidin' dirty yo' dame OG baby, watch ahead for that air plane Fuck my money, and I'm at your house like the mail came You the Swank lion, beast mode, untamed
[Verse 4: Big have you seen her She got the breath, all white nina Packed Serena, maybe Trina Shit I don't know, they got ass So of course he came to give you all courses And you ignore 'em, cause these hoes adore 'em hot, don't slur 'em I just speak up, so please ho, up ho, keep up Ok, ok, ok, she ain't money, no way I met her on a Monday, but I fucked her to Sunday I told her she my Brandy, I'm her one and one Ye she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai, bitch