I be everywhere know me Super, super fresh with a styling Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck keep the chickens in check All these car keys drive them chickens to my Dru Hill? Got sleeping on my bed She give me IQ, mean she get ahead I just give her beats, I don't her bread we be in the club Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' I'm gon' get it all And I'm a it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself Look up in the mirror, the mirror at me The mirror be like baby you the god dammit You the shit, you the shit, you the god dammit You the god dammit, you the shit, you the shit
I be everywhere, know me Catch me in the club hundred on me I get busy a one liner In the drop getting head never mind We gettin' why you playing with it Pool in the crib you land a water plane in it Rick looking at the mirror Big Daddy Kane bitch Like 1.5 made car Me and table looking like the bar I love bad bitches that's my problem And I don't give a fuck that's my fuckin'
And I don't give a fuck that's my M.O I rock the whole with no problemo Been rocking coats since my demo And now I'm hoes in the continental And I seen me slidin' out my dope ride I open up the doors, I came the bottom, the sewer side I made it to the top I do it fly Feelin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish I see the game from my third Iris I tour the whole like a dirty pirate To give the whole club some Cyrus
Now everybody trippin' like they poppin' Up in the club, is where you can me I do it real big do it tiny If you about that bullshit don't remind me I step in this motherfucker to make it work I get on the floor to make that booty twerk Shake, shake that ass a, like an expert Shake, shake that ass like a, like an
I be everybody know me Super, super with a dope styling on my wrist, couple karats on my neck Givenchy the chickens in check All these car keys drive chickens to my crib Dru Got somebody sleeping on my bed She give me IQ, that she give me head I give her beats, I don't give her bread 'Cause we be in the on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself 'Cause I'm get it all And I'm a throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' Look up in the mirror, the mirror at me The mirror be like baby you the god dammit You the shit, you the shit, you the god dammit You the god dammit, you the shit, you the shit
Doobie in my hand, on my wrist Got a bottle of thousand dollar champagne in my fist Women of in your dreams in my bed So I don't your brains I need my ass kissed But all my like give me some head Smoke joints till our turn Indian red Takes shots till our chests We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it The the bill, the bigger you ball The bigger the watch, the the car, the bigger the star The the chain, the farther you go, you already know The bigger the bank that's more hoes, And I spent a quarter milli on clothes Coppin' them old schools and puttin' on the road Real talk and if my get low I roll up another joint take a and reload, pow
I be everywhere know me Super, super fresh with a styling Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my keep the chickens in check All these car drive them chickens to my crib Dru Got somebody sleeping on my bed She give me IQ, mean she get ahead I just give her beats, I give her bread we be in the club Bottles on deck and god dammit, god I'm feelin' myself 'Cause I'm get it all And I'm a throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm myself Look up in the mirror, the look at me The be like baby you the shit god dammit You the shit, you the shit, you the god dammit You the god dammit, you the shit, you the shit yes sire