[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 get everybody on the same track) You niggas learn a lot by now (I'll go first) Mountain
[Verse 1: Childish Give a fuck about haters man I'm the flyest that there's ever I'm reppin' Stone Mountain You know my is sold out You know my smoke is so It's still his business Stay up out my so vicious When niggas shit, shut they mouth, catch what this is I walk up in the party, we all the bitches They love how I move, we might need a 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 I'm decent, Liam 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!)
[Hook: Steve G I bet you I can that ass hot C'mon bae, it like a ass shot Say my sixteen will make ass hot done, drop it like a ass shot Boy got they ass hot Go on nigga, drop 'em a ass shot Jump on this beat and get ass hot Go on girl, it like a ass shot
2: Steve] I am, the prince, two cups, Our team, got money, stunt hard, so don't Fall off, no way, we run it, it's too We smoke sour, that flowers I blew, a bouquet My girl, so sweet, Crème brûlée But still, she that hood, red Kool-Aid We on top, toupée, I got hits, touché I just did in one day I just out to Croat-ia I'm independent man and still major King so flashy got me lookin' like lazers Atlanta housewife I can ya like Phaedra So let's play my, play ya Get bands, then to la playa My is bias My brothers the owner, with 'em get higher G-lover fire, that flame is saliva We're riders got Nick Cannon's now Make 'em you like Mariah, wassup
[Verse 3: Start her off with gin and tonic, a double Out in Vegas fool, you know I'm bettin' Double your car note, double your rent Ain't shit but house money, I ain't spent a Mo' mo' problems, yeah that's official I just throw cash at it, that's my issue, it's So I my boo boo hard that moo moo bags If she need mo', then girl I you, bye But ain't no back Cause I know it's a pile (you salty?) I'm Chevy with metallic fuckin' gun style No door handle, she high figure how While my auto looks like Girls Gone Wild top off, nigga drop offs Slidin' with yo' dame OG sativa baby, watch ahead for that air Fuck with my money, and I'm at your house the mail came You the Swank lion, beast mode, untamed
[Verse 4: Big homie you seen her She got the dope breath, all nina Packed like Serena, maybe Shit I don't know, they got ass So of course he came to give you all courses And you can't ignore 'em, cause these adore 'em Words hot, slur 'em I just speak up, so ho, keep up ho, keep up Ok, ok, ok, she getting 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