[Intro: DJ (Childish Gambino)] Is it too to ask for lyrics? (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) Stone
1: Childish Gambino] Give a fuck about these man I'm the flyest that there's ever I'm always reppin' Mountain You my show is sold out You know my smoke is so It's still 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 all the bitches They love how I move, we might a minute God damn, Summer like son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas Hang with models and a strippers She my music so I nutted in her I'm decent, Liam Neeson I'm over, you plain sober Gassed up and you last I'm nigga, that's tear gas Woooh, now I'm Was that Bitch you guessed it (Oh shit!)
[Hook: G Lover] I bet you I can that ass hot C'mon bae, it like a ass shot Say my sixteen will that ass hot Song done, drop it a ass shot 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
2: Steve] I am, the prince, two cups, Our team, got money, stunt hard, so hate Fall off, no way, we run it, it's too We smoke sour, that flowers I just blew, a My girl, so sweet, like brûlée But still, she hood, like 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 independent man and still major Young King so flashy got me like lazers housewife I can make ya like Phaedra So let's my, I'mma play ya Get bands, then to la playa My niggas is My brothers the owner, fuck 'em get higher G-lover spit fire, that flame is We're riders that got Nick now 'em drop you like Mariah, wassup
[Verse 3: Start her off gin and tonic, mine's a double Out in Vegas fool, you 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, that's 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 ain't no lookin' Cause I know it's a pile (you salty?) I'm goin' Chevy metallic fuckin' gun style No door handle, she high tryna how While my auto mobile looks like Girls Gone top off, nigga drop offs Slidin' with yo' dame OG sativa baby, ahead for that air plane Fuck with my money, and I'm at house like the mail came You meet the Swank lion, beast mode,
[Verse 4: Big have you seen her She got the dope breath, all nina like Serena, maybe Trina Shit I know, they both got ass So of course he came to give you all courses And you can't 'em, cause these hoes adore 'em Words hot, don't 'em I just speak up, so 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 Till she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai,