Leather jacket, relaxing
The movie scenes I’m acting
These rappers practice
I’m at the plate, enough to bat [bad word] Fully smoking [bad word]  [bad word]  f-ck an adlib
In the club celebrating cause I’m self promoted
Is it a fire? Cause the crowd smoking!
Big Will, she off a pill: rollin
You know a country [bad word] hungry
Waffle house? Open!
But they too broke to pay their bills
So they’re freeloading
But it’s cool, sit down
You know that [bad word] rich?
Girl his name: Chris Brown
His chain’s so ugly that it makes a [bad word] frown
I’m serving all these niggas
But who ordered hash browns? [bad word]  I be like: yeah I got the check
And I just paid your bills, so.. yes
I want some 
Hah! But first, can I kiss your neck?
And I’mma work you out
So you ain’t gotta stretch
Hold up! Let me slow up
Impregnate your beat, I make that [bad word] blow up
I eat all I can eat
Until a [bad word] throw up
I tell that DJ “ay! Pull up, pull up”
Man, I’m so sick of these lame motherf-ckas
[bad word] s still [bad word] on the game, motherf-cka
Old niggas as the world change, muthaf-ckas
Y’all niggas still being the same muthaf-cka?
Who else, dawg?
Look, let me go in, then I count more ends
My tints 11, and your friends in my Benz
The engine on that Viper 220
And it’s green in the [bad word]  but that’s new money
Watch: Frank Mueller, [bad word] Cut that [bad word] – fire. I just shot my jeweler!
Another hundred racks just to make my chain a cooler
Off that Four Loco, out of my medulla
Wow! I be seeing dead people
Dead prezzies my besties [bad word]  we are not equal
How you get the big picture
Looking from a peephole?
My real niggas in the back, but
“He ain’t talking to me tho!”
I know you mad cause I afford it
TMZ, I’m wiping my [bad word]  so stop recording
Supposedly a singer, can’t do hip-hop
But I just killed this [bad word]  so let the [bad word] rock