Trinidad James - Ea$tside Lyrics (Ft. Ft. Childish Gambino, Gucci Mane, Young Scooter & Alley Boy)

Trinidad James - Ea$tside Lyrics (Ft.  Ft. Childish Gambino, Gucci Mane, Young Scooter &Alley Boy)

Trinidad James - Ea$tside Lyrics (Ft.  Ft. Childish Gambino, Gucci Mane, Young Scooter &Alley Boy):

[Hook]

Fuck ‘em up

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

Y’all niggas can’t do shit (bitch)

I said now, y’all niggas can’t do shit

I said now, y’all niggas can’t do shit

I said now, y’all niggas can’t do shit

I said now, y’all niggas can’t do shit

[Verse 1: Trinidad James]

I’m in DC with them…

Cali, call up Nipsey

In Philly, I know Meek

I know Meek and Omelly

I call up Bigga Rankin

Nigga down in that…

Shout out to them bad bitches

KOD Miami

Salute to them Haitian niggas

Hot down in Little Haiti

Salute to Jimmy nigga

Harlem going crazy

I’m good nigga, even in Texas

Better watch what you rap about

I call up the Prince boys

I know you heard about Rap-a-lot

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Guwop or doo-wop

I’m a trap nigga, I’m not hip-hop

Jumping out a Phantom with the Louis flip-flops

My clip long like tube socks

If you say something, I’mma spray something

Wanna fuck some and I’mma pay something

Had a threesome with your BM

And my young niggas’ll take some

Take money to make money

I’m a great ape with this AK

Banana clip for these monkey niggas

I’m a millionaire, but a country nigga

Half a mil on a dice game

Three mil on my ice game

Was all good ’til your wife came

It’s Gucci Mane, you in my lane

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]

Quarter million dollar worth of jewelry…

You haters sittin’ plottin’

Y’all niggas ain’t gonna do shit

My name ringing bells cause I done took a lot of bricks

Independent major label deal, I’m filthy rich

Little Mexico lingo

We got a home where we make kilos

You say you move kilos

But nigga, you still stuck on zeroes

Fake rappers, I don’t like

All I rap is white

VVS my ice

Nigga, fuck your highest price

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Alley Boy]

Alley Boy don’t play

Little Trouble don’t play

Bitch ain’t gonna play, Little Ricky don’t play

Get you take, new face in the A

These young shooters gonna do what I say

New king of the south, they can’t do shit

Atta boy, 2Pac in ’96

But I ain’t get shot, I’mma chill me a bitch

…Zone 6, I’mma wrap these bricks

…eye for an eye

War cry nigga, these bullets gonna fly

From 1 to 6 dare nigga to try

Pussy went black from all that fire

With my gold grill and my gold Bentley

…father…

Y’all niggas can’t do shit

Fuck ‘em up, you better stay red

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Childish Gambino]

Pull up in an Audi, they don’t know shit about me

These rappers are so inventive

Your Maserati is rented, my second house is in Venice

3rd in Kaua’i, I got a bird cause I’m fly, I don’t wanna brag

These niggas wanna break my neck

They could, I’m a buck fifty when soaking wet

My hood got a clear port and an ocean deck

I made a hater eat words, watch him choke to death

Back for more, fuck it, I’mma rap some more

I got some white girls with me like I’m Macklemore

My back is sore, from whippin’ in the Jaguar

I’m the goat like a motherfucking Capricorn

Yeah, I hate whack niggas, that’s my fucking problem (true)

I’m too turned up like like the fucking volume

These niggas get dropped like my fucking albums

Eastside, Stone Mountain

[Hook]

Childish Gambino - Centipede Lyrics

Childish Gambino - Centipede Lyrics:

[Acapella Intro]
Mm mm mm
Doo doo doo da da da dum dum beh
Oh, eh, oh
Lost all of our woe
We lost all of our whoa-oh, sad love songs
Hey centipede, centipede, centipede, centipede, centipede...

[Hook]
Oh, eh, oh
Lost all of our woe
We lost all of our whoa-oh, sad love songs
Hey centipede, centipede, centipede...

[Verse 1]
'Bino, will you be my baby daddy, yup
I'm too fresh, man, the world ain't never had me, yup
I'm too fresh, man, y'all ain't never gave me that
Stone Mountain, ain't no doubting, and these niggas won't hold me back
They wasn't hating him anyway
My roommate exercise, man, he moving that heavyweight
My girl ain't down to ride, couldn't deal with my day to day
I'm at my Grandma's house, man, like I don't know what to say
Maybe "I'm sorry" but sorry don't pay the rent
I promise to pay you back
And I don't know where he at
But tell him he missing out
His grandson is cool as fuck
And tell me who be standing when them other ones giving up?
Let's keep it spontaneous, I don't need that rehearsal
More flow, man, than Progressive commercials
Get with the program, cause the plus loan that they putting us on
I got month long before I take the bus home.

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I know this music shit ain't shit
And all these random niggas in my house make you anxious
And I ain't never told you that our love would be painless
But I was so in love with you I thought we could make it
Damn, I wasn't in it
Damn, we wasn't finished
Damn, I got us tickets
Damn, we went to Venice
Prioritize on our lives and made you into a business
That's why you wasn't surprised when I had made my decision
Gotta make it, cause if not I'm a failure, my wallet Azalea
And my brother still moving, ain't no shit I can tell him
Trying to keep him out of trouble, but the cops is wilding
It's nice to have a felon when the boys get violent
The Mexicans tried to jump me at the club
Funny thing was I thought they were stepping to show me love
Grandma's couch, my biggest fear and fantasy
When I ain't in her arms all I'm making is enemies
Here I'm screaming obscenities at a nigga
Wanted to live bigger than me
Them Etowah projects was eatin' our concept
If anyone walking out, what is you talking about?
Gun Hill Road made them summers feel cold
On the same train that my parents met on
Twenty years later and my pops still ghetto
High off of pressure, man, that's a stiletto
Got your own couch now but you don't feel better

[Hook]

Cos if not, I'm a failure
Cos if not, I'm a failure
Cos if not, I'm a failure

[Outro]

"It's not an unholy nigga, it's a Arab nigga in the store. You know what he want? Money, nigga. You know what your bitch want, you know why they feel they can't fuck with you? Cos you don't have no money, my nigga. Bitches do not want a nigga with no money. Did you not learn this in Harlem? Lesson number one. You can't keep saying you a Harlem nigga and you don't want that skrilla, nigga. Come on B, it's home of the hustlers, nigga. That's all you gotta understand. It's the hood nigga. It's make guap or die, nigga."

"School him."

"What do you think? Cos he gotta know, my nigga. Money is not equal, nigga. Go tell them niggas in Polo you don't wanna make no money, nigga. What they gon' say, "Oh, he right"? Hell no, nigga. You think niggas like selling crack and shit nigga? You think niggas like putting crack in they ass nigga, and selling cracks out they ass? You think niggas like shooting niggas, my nigga? You think niggas like tucking packs? You think niggas like baggin up? You know how boring baggin' is, my nigga? It's so boring, my nigga. There is no underground, Joe Budden is on his fourth mixtape selling shit. The underground is hot. There is no underground nigga. You don't see Raekwon or none of these niggas on the block. There's no more block, nigga, it's over for the block. You ask any nigga on the block, do they wanna be on the block? They gon' say no, nigga. Get your money, man. Stop trying to be gooned out.

"Hood niggas don't want to be—"

"Hood niggas don't want to be hood niggas, my nigga. Everything niggas do, everything niggas do is for money, my nigga. What's one thing that niggas do in the hood that isn't for money? What bitch would want a nigga with no money? Huh? Huh!? Yo, slime! It's your time."

Leona Lewis - Trouble ft Childish Gambino Lyrics

Leona Lewis - Trouble ft Childish Gambino Lyrics:

You drink more than you used to
Fell in love how could you?
Trust your heart like only fools do
Go on let it bleed.
You smoked 10 now it’s 20
Bet you wish you’d never met me
To stick around you must be crazy
Go on let it bleed

I told you never to get used to me
I stay awake when you fall asleep
I’m a whole lot of trouble
We’re in a whole lot of trouble
I told you you should never follow me
But here we are, and you’re in too deep
I’m a whole lot of trouble
We’re in a whole lot of trouble

You shout louder than you used to
And you hold on tighter in the bedroom
Stick around like I’mma change soon
Go on let it bleed
As you stand there trying to save me
Use your head and baby leave me
Gonna take much more than a heart to save me
Go on let it bleed

I told you never to get used to me
I stay awake when you fall asleep
I’m a whole lot of trouble
We’re in a whole lot of trouble
I told you you should never follow me
But here we are, and you’re in too deep
I’m a whole lot of trouble
We’re in a whole lot of trouble

[Childish Gambino]
But is it lying if you know that they don’t want the truth?
Is it cheating if you work it while she in the room
Now you mad at the screen
We were something together
I wouldn’t call it a team, just big trouble and little kindness
When I know the best part’s are so behind us
Keep the pride tough, more than bad luck
I ain’t messed up, I’m just wishing what we needed was a less us
I fell in love with the wrong dream
Crying in my arms what’s it all mean?
I used to know those things and flow both wings
Thoughts where neverending and no Nuvaring’s
And we fought for a patent pending on my new jack swing
Cool, calm and collected keep the Kool Moe Dee
Here is hoping you satisfy that like an addict
I had thought we’d never had to do those things

I told you you should never follow me
But here we are, and you’re in too deep
I’m a whole lot of trouble
We’re in a whole lot of trouble

Childish Gambino - Sour Faces Ft. Jay Rock Lyrics

Childish Gambino - Sour Faces Ft. Jay Rock Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Do I have to rob Peter just to pay Paul
Just to get a blessing and to get my point across?
Play the game to win, get the money and the cars
Pussy come free when you handle business like a boss
In that GS regal, watch me swang it like a Porsche
One for sitting hard, knockin’ pictures off the wall
Bitch I’m out here doggin’, and I got ‘em droppin’ charge
Used to push the great white like I was swimmin’ with the sharks
I was dead broke, tell ‘em presidents they resurrected
And my dead pockets they was lifeless ’til I sold them records
I’m in the magazine posing with my nigga
Double XL wide sell on a nigga
I’m so high, I could bring hell on a nigga
Lifetime bars no bail for a nigga
Bitches keep head and tail for a nigga
Think I sold my soul away, this ice fell on a nigger

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Play this in your car, give ‘em sour face
Play this, play this in the club, give ‘em sour face
Nigga, when they hear it, that’s that sour face
Nigga lookin’ at me crazy, that’s that sour face
Ring the alarm, Comme des Garçons
Lunch with a bunch of my niggas at the pond
Bowflex like a dummy, instrumental hungry
Places that I’m stayin’ got more whites than all my laundry
Life of a Kennedy, James Dean roll out
Summer spent in places most my people never know about
Gettin’ mama new house, for now I’m fuckin’ wearin’ it
Fourth of July, bitch, my shit be so American
Bless the chick I’m marryin’, keep the whole estate intact
Bless the son I didn’t have, sprayed ‘em on her lower back
Focus on them roaches, I ain’t never goin’ back
Wine is so precocious, sippin’ on somebody’s yacht
Real money’s never seen, whole thing classic
Think about in 10 years, change your whole mindset
Back when I would still sweat five Gs
Back when I was hookin’ up with Ali Brie—stunt!
Yeah, it’s East Side forever, bitch
Hate mail comin’ from these niggas who was never rich
Or never poor, or never fly
Or seen somebody get wet up outside of Golden Glide
Hot 107, nine dreams when I run through
Man, that’s fam, Steve, Swank, that’s the whole crew
Monster like a muppet, wallet Warren Buffett
Camp was last year but I ain’t ever have to rough it
Lookin’ fresh from the McFlys up
You don’t know about ‘em, better wise up
Busy with them rollers, I don’t carry mine
(Busy with them rollers, I don’t carry mine)

Childish Gambino - They Don't Like Me Ft. Chance The Rapper Lyrics

Childish Gambino - They Don’t Like Me Ft. Chance The Rapper Lyrics:

Explain [Childish Gambino]
Somebody tell they people what the fuck is up
I’m grindin’ like a doozer looking cool as fuck
I’m grindin’ I’m most hated but I sell the stage
I’m grindin’ I’m most hated but I’m gettin’ paid

[Chance The Rapper]
Eddy Scissorhands is workin’ on my linin’
Gettin’ spiffy for these bitches I be eyeing
Fr-Fred Mercury was playin’ while I’m ridin’
Down the Ryan, in a Scion
And I’m flyin’, but it’s cool, I got insurance
On the run because I got warrants, but it’s cool I got endurance
It’s cool I got suspended, but in turn I got some earnings
Could’ve spent it all on Thursday, but I saved it for my parents
But I spent a bit on Friday, in the night I hang with Donald
I’m tired of McDonalds, when a chick that cook chicano
That can’t speak a lick of English, and pronounce my name like Chano
She say something something Spanish
I look back like, “Bitch, I know”
Tonight, I’mma make decisions for life
It’s a Lucy Boomer dark lookin’ light, some might drive
That’s that shit right there that I don’t like
There that shit just had to say
Shouts to the niggas that passed away
And shots for the niggas that’s here right now
And shots to the niggas that got away
So sad to say, but it’s all good
Niggas gon’ celebrate, and wait for the day
Shit, that and A with alize
Like live from the Chi’, it’s Saturday night

[Childish Gambino]
Used to have some patience, now it’s all gone
Force feed these motherfuckers eatin’ foie gras
Force feed these motherfuckers not a rockstar
I’m a say my piece, these other rappers lockjaw
I don’t think they like me (I don’t think they like me)
I don’t think I’m icy, I think I’m aight, B
Niggas wanna fight me? That’s unnecessary
I don’t quit for shit, that’s my legendary

[Outro]

Childish Gambino - Real Estate Lyrics Ft. Alley Boy, Swank & Tina Fey

Childish Gambino - Real Estate Lyrics Ft. Alley Boy, Swank & Tina Fey:

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
I got a PJ for the whole crew
Passport looking old news
Champagne in a glasshouse
Old money know what I’m about
Put your money in that real estate
I put my money in that real estate
I put my money in that real estate
Nigga I’m from Georgia that’s the realest state

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
I’m feeling like New Zealand, charge it to the Am-X
Gotta use that latex or she living like a princess
They don’t wake you up in private, let a nigga sleep
I got houses in the mountains, man Will Smith live down the street
Got that generation money my grandkids are assholes
Stacking something dummy every verse I got got cash flow
Monaco they loved me, I’m wearing something ugly
But they still know I’m rich though so my doo-rag lookin’ stuffy
Rollin’ with the royalty Kauai is just my Camelot
Glasshouse, champagne, white shirt, no socks, no top Saint Bart’s
Pushin’ 997’s like I’m making fuckin’ phone calls
Half a mill is low bar
Lot of diamonds light bright, whiskey older than Betty White
Spot me on Dalmatian Croatian girls salvation us
Make something of myself man
Somebody let’em know, ‘cuz it’s that eastside nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Alley Boy]
Ridin’ around with a whole meal, real estate can a nigga [?]?
Gold [?] no ice grill [?]
Georgia nigga I’m A-town eastside nation wide
[?] nigga like Tim Briggs, killed them, homicide
Real estate that’s my estate Georgia pizza [?]
Mason Ave, that’s my street, we sellin’ crack on Front Street
Old money got dust on it, old chopper got rust on it
New crib got a ticket on it, just cast out some figures on it
Baby momma, stank bitch fought child support, I’m too rich
[?] you can pay your bills on my dick
My drives license’s suspended but I’m still ridin’ in a Bentley
I’m still strapped with that semi, real estate we winnin’
Me and Childish Gambino plenty chips no casino
Poppin’ bottles with models they gone suck on some pronto
Put my grill in your real estate, know I come from that real estate
Niggas eating of our paper plate we just cop’em with alley 8s

[Hook x2]

[Outro 1: Swank]
Man Atlanta showing love too, man
Shout out to Eastside, shout out to Southside, Westside
And for the North side, man them niggas up there be testin’
Ain’t nothing changed man, we still get money out here
Royalty forever in this bitch
Gambino nigga, you know what I’m saying?
That new shit man
One time for the one time man, real nigga stand up
Two times for the bad bitches, three for the rich
You know what I’m talking about?
You know what it is man, yeah man
Money talk, bullshit walkin’ marathon
Real niggas know what I’m talking about
Royalty forever motherfucker
Gambino forever motherfucker
Get used to it, Royalty nigga, Royalty motherfucker
Motherfucking eastside stand up, Stone Mountain, L-town
We in this bitch like we fucking a dog or some shit my nigga
Man y’all motherfuckers already know what it is
Royalty forever in this bitch, bitch niggas fall back
Real recognize real and y’all sucka niggas ain’t it
You feel me? Man don’t watch me, watch TV
Wait, ‘Bino on that shit too, God damn
Man we gettin’ that white people money, you heard that?
Matter of fact Tina, tell these niggas what I’m talking about one time

[Outro 2: Tina Fey]
Yeah we in here, we in this thing
Gambino is forever, Royalty is forever
We ballin’ ‘till we fuckin’ up the hardwood homey
This is the life we live son
My president is black and my Prius is blue motherfucker
Royalty all day, we droppin’ racks in Nordstroms son
That’s racks on racks damn it
You feel me? You feel me?
This is the part where most people would say something crazy and drop the n-word after it
Not going to, not gonna do that
I don’t feel comfortable
I’m out!

Childish Gambino - Make It Go Right Ft. Kilo Kish Lyrics

Childish Gambino - Make It Go Right Ft. Kilo Kish Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Kilo Kish]
You’re right here in my room, yeah I wished it
Candlelight vigil for the one you’re texting
Pink sweatpants – hmm, interesting
No need, don’t explain to me, love
Cause I know how you deal, but I could see us
In a different way, don’t play me cause we’re not the same
Sign on, sees your screename and misbehave
So you’re a playboy, you think you have ???
Hoppin’ round town with the bunnies when
I’m the candy that you need, brush your sweet tooth
Have you got it with your place with the statue?
A Veneer, I hear, she’s just swell
If you want to date a rock, you think I can’t tell?
So you bored? Are you lost? Was it worthwhile?
I feel the ice-cold chill in her warm smile
Saw you last night, you didn’t have to act fly
Come and sweep me from the back room
Feel my palms heat up on your chest now
As the night creeps into bedtime vows
Married in a white t-shirt, bedstyle
Still you know that I’m the best ride
You deserve what you get: it’s called respect
You ever heard of it?

[Hook]
I know what you’re missing in the moonight
I can fly away and make it go right
Make it go right
Make it go right
I know what you’re missing in the moonight
I can fly away and make it go right
It go
It go

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call
I used to front somethin’ stupid, now I’m makin’ them wait
Except for you mama, I’m ready, I don’t wanna be late
Never hesitate, you know it, petty cash, we blow it
Excuse me for imperfect, them halfway looks is worth it
I watched these niggas lurkin’, they just want my leftovers
Watched ‘em locked up all day and slept over
Put your hair back: Afro
Skippin’ after-parties at the last show
I’mma hold your hand in little Tokyo
And tell you somethin’ in your ear that you shouldn’t know
Two jumps, but the feeling was so gone
High school swag, busy fuckin’ with clothes on
Lost a couple words, joke around the reason
Let you wear my shirt, pretend to let you in that FIFA
There was nothing like it…settle down
You always hit me when my boo around
It’s a long walk – we ain’t talkin’, though
That ratchet ho on lock-n-load, I appreciate the offer, though
I’mma do it right – later, though
Cuz either way you’re gonna hate me like you say you won’t
Thank God for that – it’s called regret
You ever heard of it?

[Hook x2]

Childish Gambino - It May Be Glamour Life Ft. Ghostface Killah Lyrics

Childish Gambino - It May Be Glamour Life Ft. Ghostface Killah Lyrics:

It’s royalty
It’s royalty

[Verse 1: Ghostface]
Hey world, this is lollipop
Raps for the sweet tooth
The real fiends who want that GhostFace and Sheek Louch
Big chain changlin’ charms, they be danglin’
Eighty thou worth of the ice, I’ll strangle ‘em
My raw fish scale, paid the jeweler named Ishmael
Had to eagle fly back to my wrist
Bigger chips, bigger wings, bigger rings
I’m with the Childish Gambino
On that Eastwood shit, pushin’ a Gran Turino
Tarantino don’t got reservoir dogs like mine
Thirty six different niggas with the same state of mind
Thirty ghetto kids lovin’ them haters
We got skaters that’ll ox your whole face off
Rob you like Madoff
Drug kingpins on the diet, we get that weight off
Real hood niggas snatch a bitch and clean your plate off
Gambino rap, cash money crack, table casino
Pushers into emerald sapphire visuals

Childish Gambino - Bronchitis Lyrics

Childish Gambino - Bronchitis Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Fiji water and a box of old Raisinets
I got a real taste for dyin’ but I ain’t do it yet
I tried to watch The Artist with my girlfriend
But instead I lost the battle with some Nyquil
Playing Double Dribble with my older cousin
Now I’m ballin’ everyday so dude that’s gotta stand for something
But it doesn’t change the subject
Man, I’m hustlin’, sandals cuttin’ up
My ankles, please and thank you
Demons hate you when you angel
Never been to prison, but I serve a sentence
Grind when you (?)
I’m sharin’ experiments with Seventh Day Adventists
And on the seventh day, I’mma show y’all what the event is
Dollar signs, bottom line
Speak the truth and everybody gon’ hate you
Unless it’s funny
That’s how I used to make money
I don’t roll with the old, yeah they want something from me
Why the flow so dummy, why do hoes still love me?
I don’t know, don’t bug me
I’m patron or bubbly or power, old culture
Ain’t nobody sober
My mama don’t drink but she kill me over soda
Damn homie, man you famous like Kony
My cousin bang Camp man (My cousin bang Camp man)
ATLien made it myself about a month
Just enough to get, to get my rows in a duck
Just enough to make a faithful man wanna fuck
Girls be tweetin’ me their pictures, man I gotta look
And most of ‘em couldn’t handle the panels in my comic’s book
This rapper’s book, this writer’s book
They kinda shook
It’s not a hook

[Interlude]

[Hook 2x]
I be killin’ every nigga with bronchitises

Childish Gambino - Arrangement Ft. Gonage Lyrics

Childish Gambino - Arrangement Ft. Gonage Lyrics:

[Gonage]
I got yo bitch layin’ naked ‘cross the bed, no rosary
Stackin’ up this bread like a banker, just a fee
She wanna refill, so I get that ho a B
Niggas on the sideline yellin’ “Who the fuck is he?”
Bitch I’m mac gun, you can call me Cody B
Wardrobe overseas, passports all over me
White leather seats lookin’ like coca leaf
Everytime I crank up the woofer sittin’ on a key
I’m Gucci buckled up, house note on my feet
Linen button-up like I’m walkin’ round on the beach
Blind hoes notice me, am I wearin’ (???) G?
So they wanna come and talk to me like Jodeci
Smokin’ in the morning, and when I go to sleep
Blowin’ presidential man I think they ‘about to vote for me
Any event we party like a frat, no toga sheet
If money ain’t…

[Hook]
If you ain’t talkin’ cash, don’t say shit
In the VIP we champagne-spray shit
I’m in the club lookin’ like a bank statement
If you talkin’ cash, I can make arrangement
Walked in the club, ain’t pay shit
Broke niggas hate, caus’ they ain’t shit
I’m gettin’ to the cash pockets on payment
If you talkin’ cash, I can make arrangement
Cody

[Childish Gambino]
Cody Bean Sr., pushin’ mean ether
You don’t know Childish, nigga me neither
Eastside Atlanta, flyest nigga in a Waffle House
If it ain’t money, man, we ain’t got shit to talk about
Kennedy compound, my 20-room house
So big my ex-girls ain’t gotta move out
If you ain’t talkin’ cash, don’t say shit
My bank account look like when little kids break shit
Ooooooo, if I’m breathin’ I can handle it
Watching all my dreams get together like an ampersand
Blueprint the new shit, mixtape management
Show these dummies how to do it, all I want’s my ten percent
Porche brand new, passed ‘em a cool hundred
Yeah my girl 5’2″, even her growth stunted
It’s the nigga y’all knew back when I flipped meal cards
Now my meals free when I don’t taste the fifth star
We can make arrangements, old money Cambridge
Meetin’ with the moguls, make ‘em richer and they owe you
It’s the kid you used to talk about, I’m watchin’ people get up on it
On Worldstar and I ain’t have to have a nigga moment
Flow’s always cold, keep the whole soul anemic
Never left that hard shit, a nigga’s always constipated
Got the change for my cousin on froze, no more movin’ weight
Flossin’ hard, ice king, no more Finn and Jake
Love or hate you gotta say the hype is something handsome
As long as all of ‘em bloggin’ I’m living Richard Branson
Shit talkers still talk, haters on my billboard
Used to take the Q home, now I hang with schoolboys
So I counted, Black Kennedy this shit
Man I’m so ironic, man this ratchet need a fix
Droppin’ new shit and the haters get the splashback
Don’t be surprised when he ask you where the cash at