[Berner]
Bust a couple bands
Blow a 100 fast
I just made a hundred off of 50 pay
Where them bad Asian [bad word] holdin down my city at?
Where them girls from the with that pretty face?
Round thing, yeah I’m on that loud thang
Pop another bottle, shooting corks at the crowd: dang!
Yeah, I’m a stunna, nah, I ain’t Baby tho
Young dude with the lazy flow
Watch all these ladies go
Crazy when I pull up right beside em
I do a buck 30, I’m just into flying
I smell like dirty money, plus this cookie that I’m lighting
Bucket’s full of ice and bottles on fire inside em

[Hook]
Call em Yoko Ono
Only ride solo
Mission for the dolo
One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive
She’s a man eater, ski mask diva
She might up ‘n leave you, but you can never leave her
You ain’t never had someone, you can never keep her
Tricking on the next man, he can’t have her either..
I Call her Yoko Ono

[Chris Brown]
Look, got a boatload of them Asian hoes
On vacation steady bakin with Jamaican hoes
I got cash boy, I don’t care what you makin ho
50 thousand on my wrist: I’m feedin eskimos
 [bad word] #33; Put VA on this [bad word] 
Buy 100 f-ckin bottles, let em spray in this [bad word] 
My money flow real long, I do relays in this [bad word] 
And you know I kill songs, it’s Burner, CB & Wiz
Alrighty now, ha, look at me, rose, I’m on [bad word] 
15 grand on a what, That’s just my phone, [bad word] 
Northern California, where blunts look like cones, [bad word] 
Two up, two down, make that switch, yeah

[Hook]
Call em Yoko Ono
Only ride solo
Mission for the dolo
One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive
She’s a man eater, ski mask diva
She might leave you, but you can never leave her
You ain’t never had someone, you can never keep her
Tricking on the next man, he can’t have her either..
Call her Yoko Ono

[Wiz Khalifa]
Shades on, Polo white T
Me leaving here alone? That’s unlikely
Not a stoner [bad word]  but she like me
Tryna get that final cut like Spike Lee
I jack them hoes, direct them hoes
Take ‘em home and let them hoes go live out their fantasies
They’re popping pills, I’m rolling weed
Even got a couple bad [bad word] overseas
Out the back, as ain’t no tags when I’m shopping
And my bad filled with options so don’t ask what it cost
I’m in a Maserati coupe going so fast that I lost ‘em
And my [bad word] got so much swag that these bad [bad word] on us
Ah! Killing y’all, pow! (dag) get a a coffin

[Hook]

[Big K.R.I.T]
She should like that, kush it up and write back
When you send her messages talkin’ bout a nightcap
She tell you she like rap
You tell her you might rap
She pretend your [bad word] jammin’, really you quite wack
She just want a nice bag, wrist game, ice pack
Prada clutch, price tag
What you spend? twice that
Put her in the game cause you hoping she’ll hype that
So you can go along, OD, catch a spike that
You can never wife that
Never ever pipe that
Good enough to make her settle down
She aint like that
Punch a [bad word] in the mouth, dare a [bad word] fight back
Roll a [bad word] weed up and ask him where the light at

[Hook]