[B.o.B] You know who it is without a or hesitation If money talks I got my masters in But you can't hold a Probably find me burning something you can call that smoking aces the chef in the lab making greatness Ain't a thing but the number on the statement NBA resume, ballin's my Kush so loud I can't hear was you saying go so low that the freaks in the backseat Get a thrill off the alpine when it they ass cheeks I'm Bobby Ray an all American athlete I run and leap and jump and like a meet Yeah that to do it Give it Carl Lewis I got the magic call me George Lucas I'm so prolific but my so foolish niggas making moves my niggas making movies wait
[Playboy I'm wild a crazy night like a baby wipe Y'all just a momma's boy sleeping with a light My ex say I'm a dick my mind frame cocky Up in Beninhan', drunk, all the sake right I want a double fried rice I'm getting bread I put my up in your face Your look like Stewies head Girls me Tre day I'm for pay day My squad's got more bottle poppin' than the AA Liquor and foolish as Will Ferrell But I ain't got a step brother, I f-ck your mother I cause I like it bitch F-ck hoe You mad cause I'm balling, is a mutherfcker Your son is a so hater live life a little New dropping soon "Patron & Instrumental" It's tre, my flow won't quit til I say it
[B.o.B] on my arm, 3 stripes on my sneakers
Don't roll p-ssy niggas, we call them vajeenas That's why your girl choosing dawg, pray I meet her I tap her on the head and tell her you the procedure You just mad with no bitch cause I'm with your bitch She threw out mixtape but she knows my whole disc My flow's sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Allen Poe Haters be getting defensive like 4th and show blitz But I punt it, I run it for a hundred Ever since I was a young 'un, been hungry as Paul I'm the shit so fix the I'ma and the game's you And if this ain't what you call hip-hop it must be bungee I'm smoking on hydroponic of you call that chronic Hennessey in my vomit cause the night before Lil C got beat bumping so you can hear me coming And my name's Ray, Eastside of the A just in case anyone was wondering bitch
[Meek Oohh I'm a matherf-cking All my rest in peace I make a hundred on the Monday and go hard the of week Pray on niggas a Sunday See artist that's a feast I got like 30 in the I let you p-ssies catch a piece It was me and old melly? in the Bout to these bitches cause they say they past ready Swagger on the finish, I think I'm I push it to the limit get 'em haters heavy a minute I'm a menace Shout out to the Jacket boy Louies like a before the finish? I'm just getting started and at they end And errbody say I'm hot but I've been hot the beginning I be with a bitch that like Kim Kardashian She aint on these niggas not by but by accident Big ?, you relaxing And the main I'm passing em like Michael Vick Im faster than yo quarter back I bring that back Aint f-ckig with weed, like where that water at Like where purps nigga Somebody that Caught a couple cases, to jail but I aint going back