[Intro]
Are you guys ready to party tonight?
Are you sure?
Yeah
I'm fuckin' with you, right? Okay
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, can I get a—
Ladies and gentlemen
Hunger
Hunger
Yeah
Uh
[Verse 1]
They gotta hide they face
They was predictin' a nigga to fail, turns out that was not the case
I'm rockin' a mask with lots of cash, I look like I robbed a bank
Can't even rob the bank that I use, my money is not with Chase
Foreign deposit safes, I'm writin' this shit on a private plane
Somеtimes I be flyin' commercial still
Thеse niggas get rich and become so detached, they music start havin' that surface feel
Not a subliminal, speakin' in general, feelings get hurt when words get spilled
Sticks and stones may break your bones, but sayin' my name in a verse will kill
Word to the wise, nigga, we heard all them lies before
My number ones come from albums, theirs is burgers and fries to go
Go against me, your odds is low
I don't even got no opps for real
Nigga, just give me my props for real
I done did everything, I'm 'bout to chill
Count the mills in cribs on top of hills
Mad chips, cash rich, my stash thick, I'm Dr. Phil
Stash thick, I'm Steve Harvey
Bad bitch, two friends, hat trick, caught three bodies
And tell 'em to go like they E-40, uh
Are you guys ready to party tonight?
Are you sure?
Yeah
I'm fuckin' with you, right? Okay
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, can I get a—
Ladies and gentlemen
Hunger
Hunger
Yeah
Uh
[Verse 1]
They gotta hide they face
They was predictin' a nigga to fail, turns out that was not the case
I'm rockin' a mask with lots of cash, I look like I robbed a bank
Can't even rob the bank that I use, my money is not with Chase
Foreign deposit safes, I'm writin' this shit on a private plane
Somеtimes I be flyin' commercial still
Thеse niggas get rich and become so detached, they music start havin' that surface feel
Not a subliminal, speakin' in general, feelings get hurt when words get spilled
Sticks and stones may break your bones, but sayin' my name in a verse will kill
Word to the wise, nigga, we heard all them lies before
My number ones come from albums, theirs is burgers and fries to go
Go against me, your odds is low
I don't even got no opps for real
Nigga, just give me my props for real
I done did everything, I'm 'bout to chill
Count the mills in cribs on top of hills
Mad chips, cash rich, my stash thick, I'm Dr. Phil
Stash thick, I'm Steve Harvey
Bad bitch, two friends, hat trick, caught three bodies
And tell 'em to go like they E-40, uh
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