[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
A-Town, do it, don't stop, you was sorta rich (Yeah)
You niggas missed the bank by a quarter inch (Yeah)
I'm hoppin' out the coupe with my titties out
Do they have a sauna's all I care about (Uh, uh)
I'ma make a billi' like I'm Eilish (Yeah, yeah)
You can't see me flyin' 'cause it's private
She ain't ever seen inside a Hyatt
When we met at first, she actin' quiet
Love when she sayin' that shit, might have to marry this bitch (Ooh, ooh)
Bought her a crazy car, lock it, it sound like this (Ooh, ooh)
Niggas is tight that I got her
I walk through the party, she all on my shoulder
I'm buckin' up quick
He got a ho, she might jump on the dick
Head on a swivel, it's makin' 'еm sick
I did it, I did it
I'm runnin' up on ya, I'm there in a minute, ha, ha
I did it mysеlf, a million, bajillion, I made every penny, ha, ha
He never got even, he still just a critic, he still in his feelings, ha, ha (Uh)
They wanted me dead, they hate when I'm breathin'
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
I want all the smoke, uh
She said, "Baby, what's a yacht?"
I said, "A kind of boat"
Talkin' dirty, you don't wash her mouth with olive soap
Now my hater want a job, but he ain't make the cut, uh-uh
Got my shorts up on my knees, I'm feelin' like a slut, uh
Got my slammy right behind me if you wanna jug (Uh)
Talkin' shit, but when I see 'em, they like, "Where my hug?" ("Where my hug?")
I be stompin', pointin' at me, she like, "There my thug"
Had to hold her back, she wildin', sayin'
A-Town, do it, don't stop, you was sorta rich (Yeah)
You niggas missed the bank by a quarter inch (Yeah)
I'm hoppin' out the coupe with my titties out
Do they have a sauna's all I care about (Uh, uh)
I'ma make a billi' like I'm Eilish (Yeah, yeah)
You can't see me flyin' 'cause it's private
She ain't ever seen inside a Hyatt
When we met at first, she actin' quiet
Love when she sayin' that shit, might have to marry this bitch (Ooh, ooh)
Bought her a crazy car, lock it, it sound like this (Ooh, ooh)
Niggas is tight that I got her
I walk through the party, she all on my shoulder
I'm buckin' up quick
He got a ho, she might jump on the dick
Head on a swivel, it's makin' 'еm sick
I did it, I did it
I'm runnin' up on ya, I'm there in a minute, ha, ha
I did it mysеlf, a million, bajillion, I made every penny, ha, ha
He never got even, he still just a critic, he still in his feelings, ha, ha (Uh)
They wanted me dead, they hate when I'm breathin'
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
I want all the smoke, uh
She said, "Baby, what's a yacht?"
I said, "A kind of boat"
Talkin' dirty, you don't wash her mouth with olive soap
Now my hater want a job, but he ain't make the cut, uh-uh
Got my shorts up on my knees, I'm feelin' like a slut, uh
Got my slammy right behind me if you wanna jug (Uh)
Talkin' shit, but when I see 'em, they like, "Where my hug?" ("Where my hug?")
I be stompin', pointin' at me, she like, "There my thug"
Had to hold her back, she wildin', sayin'
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