Get money. And Imma get money
I’m rapping and I’m in college, and y’all think it’s funny
When I f*cked yor b*tch she said she felt it in her tummy
After I f*cked that hoe, I came, now there’s a stain on me
Too much swag, so I sell that sh*t on Craigslist
My n*ggas will rob your ass and leave your ass penniless
I’ll roll 15 deep like the Need for Speed blacklist
b*tch I’m the bomb so you can call me a terrorist
Last Kings shopping, I copped that snake skin hat
Got that Peas and Carrots black tee on my black back
With my YG bookbag, my swag is where it’s at
I bet you my outfit today prolly cost about a stack
I rep the west coast like I play for the Dodgers
This sweater looking fresh like my father is Mr. Rodgers
Your b*tch wants my meat, call my di*k Oscar Meyer
Take it to the head, I got a couple of Jagermeister’s
That [?] got a black cat I call that pus*y bad luck
I’m from the northside but not where my mascot is a duck
I just named my chopper Whammy, do you want to press your luck?
Have your ass f*cked up like Bugs do Daffy Duck
With my OF socks, I’m muthaf*ckin’ balling
Crossing n*ggas breaking ankles, make these basic n*ggas crawling
Shoot from downtown like I live in f*cking Boston
#1, D. Rose. Adidas, Spalding