'Fore we was anything, you could see us Before we was electric, that was Prius Before we ever dreamt it here, it's nothing to of 'Cause let's be honest, you didn't ever think this could be us Now watch me hands on the carpet in demand Sliding hard like you seeing me on thin air I'm wild for the night, got no plans on getting You were Instagraming you and now you're me
See me up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (I'm the same motherfucker) And if you're talking to the crew, better know you fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us) Did it on our own, kept telling us no But now they open up the wherever we go And now we walk up in the and they say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers)
I sing a pop song, I rap a song I sing a-club-banging, make-them-panties-drop I'm time, I keep it poppin' like some popcorn Now me getting money like a motherfuckin' dot com This how you know you see me in your city It's like I go, everybody fucking wit me Yes I'm on top of my game, they all my name But I told you if you know me you know I never change
See me walk up in the room, I'm the same what up? (motherfucker what up) And if you're talking to the crew, know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us) Did it on our own, kept telling us no But now open up the doors wherever we go And now we walk up in the and they say motherfuckers what up? (motherfuckers what up?)
like I'm still a kid in the back of the Ford Taurus, yes, Waving at some drivers while they scream their choruses Now fast forward, my song across the dashboard Is this the life I asked for? fuck it man of course it is I just needed a mic and a stage I play on This life's my playground, I'm Harold a crayon Now how the so cold, no shrinkage No limit on greatness, Dinklage Only getting bruh, dominate like Federer But if you don't like my lyrics send a letter to the His address is 'Fuck You', street is 'Deal Wit It' Make you tramp stamp it so I know I still get it Am I a sellout? every show I sell out I hang around with fans they tell me to get the hell out Middle to the haters, tell em shut up So if you feel let me hear you say what up!
See me walk up in the room, I'm the motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what up) And if you're talking to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't wit us) Did it on our own, kept telling us no But now open up the doors wherever we go And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and say motherfuckers what up?)