[Intro: DJ (Childish Gambino)] Is it too to ask for lyrics? (Alright, alright) (Royalty has never done a together) I mean it's 2014 man, really (Well I thought we get everybody on the same track) You niggas could a lot by now (I'll go first) Stone
[Verse 1: Childish Give a fuck about haters man I'm the flyest there's ever been I'm always Stone Mountain 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 this is I walk up in the party, we took all the They love how I move, we might need a God damn, Summer looking like son of Sam, I'm niggas Hang with and a couple strippers She my music so I nutted in her I'm decent, Liam Neeson I'm takin' over, you plain up and you finished last I'm nigga, that's tear gas Woooh, now I'm Was that fire? Bitch you it (Oh shit!)
[Hook: Steve G I bet you I can make ass hot C'mon bae, it like 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 a ass shot
[Verse 2: I am, the prince, two cups, Our team, got money, hard, so don't hate 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 did Rome in one day I just out to Croat-ia I'm independent man and still doin' Young so flashy got me lookin' like lazers Atlanta housewife I can make ya like So let's play my, play ya Get bands, then head to la My is bias My the owner, fuck with 'em get higher G-lover fire, that flame is saliva riders that got Nick Cannon's now Make 'em drop you like Mariah,
[Verse 3: Start her off gin and tonic, mine's a double Out in Vegas fool, you know I'm double Double your car note, your mama rent shit but house money, I ain't 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 back Cause I it's a salt pile (you salty?) I'm goin' Chevy with metallic gun style No door handle, she high tryna how While my auto mobile looks like Girls Gone top off, nigga drop offs Slidin' dirty yo' dame OG baby, watch ahead for that air plane Fuck with my money, and I'm at your house the mail came You meet the Swank lion, 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 he came to give you all these courses And you can't ignore 'em, cause these adore 'em Words hot, slur '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 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