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