'Fore we was anything, 'fore you see us Before we was electric, that was Prius Before we ever dreamt it here, nothing to dream of 'Cause let's be honest, you ever think that this could be us Now watch me shaking hands on the carpet in Sliding right 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 walk up in the room, I'm the same 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, they kept us no But now open up the doors 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, song I'm show time, I keep it poppin' like some Now watch me money like a motherfuckin' dot com This just how you you see me in your city It's like I go, everybody fucking wit me Yes I'm on top of my game, all chanting my name But I you if you know me then you know I never change
See me walk up in the room, I'm the motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what up) And if you're to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us) Did it on our own, they 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? (motherfuckers up?)
like I'm still a kid in the back of the Ford Taurus, yes, Waving at drivers while they scream their favorite choruses Now fast forward, my flashes across the dashboard Is this the life I asked Well 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 with a Now how the drought so cold, no No size limit on greatness, Only getting better bruh, dominate Federer But if you don't my lyrics send a letter to the editor His address is You', street name is 'Deal Wit It' Make sure you tramp stamp it so I I still get it Am I a sellout? 'Cause every I sell out I hang with fans 'til they tell me to get the hell out finger to the haters, tell em shut up So if you feel that let me you say what up!
See me up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what up) And if you're to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us) Did it on our own, they telling us no But now they up the doors wherever we go And now we walk up in the room and say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers what up?)