[Intro: Big Sean]
Uh-huh
I got everything to lose
Whoa, whoa
We did it, Finally Famous, nigga
[Chorus: Big Sean]
It's time to light this shit up, light this shit up
It's time to light this shit up, light this shit up (lights)
It's time to light they ass up, light they ass up
They gon' know that it's us, they gon' know that it's us
They gon' know that it's us, light that shit up
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Story of my life, the come up (grind)
My night doesn't end 'til the sun up (grind)
Finger fucking the money
I do whatever to keep it coming (oh)
When I walk in the building they all give me stares
But I dare anybody to run up
And I ain't satisfied until I'm chubby, lil' bitch
And I got hundreds on my paper 'cause I studied, lil' bitch
Come and be my understudy, lil' bitch, I'm your boss, not your buddy
Matter of fact, don't talk or interrupt me
Matter of fact, if you standing next to us then you lucky
Matter of fact, wash your hands before you touch me, you disgusting lil' bitch
Always reppin', but I'm hardly home
Sean Don Perignon, Don Corleone
Hit the vroom vroom every single time the 'Rari on
Riding around in Malibu tryin' to see a Barbie home
Came up from that one bedroom-room, now we on
Hoes bustin' dance moves harder than Omarion
Fur is so fresh, oh my God, it's still shedding
Radio flow, ho, I'm trying to break records
Getting every single thing on my checklist
I should be at the top of your threat list
When I come through have the bottles and confetti
Bitch, we ready
Uh-huh
I got everything to lose
Whoa, whoa
We did it, Finally Famous, nigga
[Chorus: Big Sean]
It's time to light this shit up, light this shit up
It's time to light this shit up, light this shit up (lights)
It's time to light they ass up, light they ass up
They gon' know that it's us, they gon' know that it's us
They gon' know that it's us, light that shit up
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Story of my life, the come up (grind)
My night doesn't end 'til the sun up (grind)
Finger fucking the money
I do whatever to keep it coming (oh)
When I walk in the building they all give me stares
But I dare anybody to run up
And I ain't satisfied until I'm chubby, lil' bitch
And I got hundreds on my paper 'cause I studied, lil' bitch
Come and be my understudy, lil' bitch, I'm your boss, not your buddy
Matter of fact, don't talk or interrupt me
Matter of fact, if you standing next to us then you lucky
Matter of fact, wash your hands before you touch me, you disgusting lil' bitch
Always reppin', but I'm hardly home
Sean Don Perignon, Don Corleone
Hit the vroom vroom every single time the 'Rari on
Riding around in Malibu tryin' to see a Barbie home
Came up from that one bedroom-room, now we on
Hoes bustin' dance moves harder than Omarion
Fur is so fresh, oh my God, it's still shedding
Radio flow, ho, I'm trying to break records
Getting every single thing on my checklist
I should be at the top of your threat list
When I come through have the bottles and confetti
Bitch, we ready
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