Epic B.o.B (Ft. Meek Mill & Playboy Tre)

[Intro: B.o.B & Meek Mill]
Ayy, Bob, what up?
Yeah, haha!
Meek Milly
Ha! Grand Hustle in the building!
Ayy
Hey!
It's B-O, B-O
Lil' C on the beat
Haha
Yeah
Yeah, ayy, ah-ah-ah

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
You know who it is without a doubt or hesitation (Yeah)
If money talks, I got my master's in communications (Haha!)
But you can’t hold a conversation (Nah)
Probably find me burning something good—you can call that "smoking aces" (Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah)
Compliment the chef, in the lab, making greatness (Greatness)
Ain’t a thing changed but the number on the statement (Statement)
NBA résumé: balling's my occupation
Kush so loud, I can’t hear—what was you saying?
Bass go so low that the freaks in the backseat
Get a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate they asscheeks
I’m Bobby Ray, baby, an All-American athlete
I run and leap and jump in that pussy like a track meet, yeah (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hey)
Yep, that ought to do it (Do it), give it that Carl Lewis (Lewis)
Ha, I got the magic, baby (Ha), call me "George Lucas" (Lucas)
I’m so prolific, but the flow so foolish
These niggas making moves; my niggas making movies—wait