[Intro: DJ (Childish Gambino)] Is it too much to ask for (Alright, alright) (Royalty has never a track together) I mean it's 2014 man, really (Well I we would get everybody on the same track) You niggas learn a lot by now (I'll go first) Mountain
[Verse 1: Gambino] a fuck about these haters man I'm the that there's ever been I'm always reppin' Mountain You know my show is out You know my is so loud It's still his business up out my business Flow so niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, catch what this is I up in the party, we took all the bitches They love how I move, we need a minute God damn, Summer looking son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas Hang models and a couple strippers She love my so I nutted in her Damn I'm decent, Neeson I'm takin' over, you sober Gassed up and you finished 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 bae, drop it like a ass shot Say my sixteen will that ass hot Song done, drop it like a ass Boy got they ass hot Go on nigga, drop 'em a ass shot Jump on beat and get they ass hot Go on girl, it like a ass shot
[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, that flowers I blew, a bouquet My girl, so sweet, like Crème But still, she that hood, red Kool-Aid We on top, toupée, I got hits, like I did Rome in one day I just out to Croat-ia I'm man and still doin' major Young King so flashy got me lookin' lazers Atlanta housewife I can make ya like So play my, I'mma play ya Get bands, then to la playa My niggas is My brothers the owner, fuck with 'em get spit fire, that flame is saliva We're riders that got Nick now Make 'em you like Mariah, wassup
[Verse 3: Start her off with gin and tonic, mine's a Out in Vegas fool, you know I'm double Double your car note, double mama rent Ain't shit but money, I ain't spent a cent Mo' money mo' problems, yeah official I just throw cash at it, that's my issue, hard So I feed my boo boo that moo moo bags If she mo', then girl I miss you, bye But ain't no lookin' Cause I know a salt pile (you salty?) I'm goin' Chevy with fuckin' gun style No door handle, she high figure how While my auto mobile looks like Girls Gone That's top off, nigga offs Slidin' dirty with yo' OG sativa baby, watch ahead for air plane Fuck with my money, and I'm at house like the mail came You meet the lion, beast mode, untamed
[Verse 4: Big have you seen her She got the breath, all white nina like Serena, maybe Trina Shit I don't know, both got ass So of course he to give you all these courses And you can't ignore 'em, cause hoes adore 'em Words hot, slur 'em I speak up, so please ho, keep up Please ho, up Ok, ok, ok, she ain't money, no way I met her on a Monday, but I her back 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