[Intro]
(Thank you, Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
I'm finna beat him with a rose umbrella
Just made his hip hop but I rock out like Elvis Presley
Water on my neck, I could've bought ten jet skis
Killin' opps and drownin' niggas at the club is my pet peeve
I'm finna lift his top like a convertible
Arkansas? What's that, a boy band? I never heard of it
Just put a hole in one, I'm Tiger Woods, I'm a champion
We need fifty-thousand ones, do a backflip or somethin', bitch
Shit, we need all the gymnastics
Even think about my chains he gon' be doin' acrobatic flips
I'm off a bean with Jack and Jill
He said twenty-thousand dollars for a show? What's that gon' do?
Negative, I don't want it
You add forty-thousand more then we can talk about performances
Maybe I'll bring Drake through if you blow me
A shit talker, nicknamed me Mr. Mosley
[Verse 2]
Starin' on my wrist, I'm tryna figure this shit out
Neighbors keep complainin', all these bitches runnin' out
Nah, I ain't that ho, you just give me the porter house
I don't want the intercourse but I'm gon' need that motor mouth
Is your tryna top me? Best believe I will ask
It's your birthday? You got your hair done? You still trash
On my worst day I counted fifty-thousand, still mad
If it fit I gotta buy it, I don't check no price tag
Fuckin' all these niggas hoes, damn, I'm startin' to feel bad
Used to be a average Joe, now I'm signin' autographs
Skeletons up in my closet, never mind, it's just Amiris
Only righteous lil' niggas let us represent the city
(Thank you, Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
I'm finna beat him with a rose umbrella
Just made his hip hop but I rock out like Elvis Presley
Water on my neck, I could've bought ten jet skis
Killin' opps and drownin' niggas at the club is my pet peeve
I'm finna lift his top like a convertible
Arkansas? What's that, a boy band? I never heard of it
Just put a hole in one, I'm Tiger Woods, I'm a champion
We need fifty-thousand ones, do a backflip or somethin', bitch
Shit, we need all the gymnastics
Even think about my chains he gon' be doin' acrobatic flips
I'm off a bean with Jack and Jill
He said twenty-thousand dollars for a show? What's that gon' do?
Negative, I don't want it
You add forty-thousand more then we can talk about performances
Maybe I'll bring Drake through if you blow me
A shit talker, nicknamed me Mr. Mosley
[Verse 2]
Starin' on my wrist, I'm tryna figure this shit out
Neighbors keep complainin', all these bitches runnin' out
Nah, I ain't that ho, you just give me the porter house
I don't want the intercourse but I'm gon' need that motor mouth
Is your tryna top me? Best believe I will ask
It's your birthday? You got your hair done? You still trash
On my worst day I counted fifty-thousand, still mad
If it fit I gotta buy it, I don't check no price tag
Fuckin' all these niggas hoes, damn, I'm startin' to feel bad
Used to be a average Joe, now I'm signin' autographs
Skeletons up in my closet, never mind, it's just Amiris
Only righteous lil' niggas let us represent the city
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