Jonah Hill lyrics

[Intro]
Kenji
Yeah, MBK
Yeah, My Brother Keeper
Yeah, My Brother Keeper
Yeah, hold on
Yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, shawty ass lookin' kind of good in them blue jeans
(Like, "Oh my god")
Baby, do your dance with me, I'll flick it like a movie (Like a movie)
I told her spin her ass around, she go the perfect booty
(Perfect booty)
I feel like I'm Jonah Hill, let's make a f*ckin' movie
(Make a f*ckin' movie)
I told her to keep on shakin'
Baby, that's a bubble, bubble
Told her bring her best friend with her
Bae, let's make it double trouble
I think her n*gga hate me 'cause his girlfriend wanna cuddle
Oh, sorry n*gga, no, I did not mean to burst your little bubble
Doors up, Lamborghini doors up
f*ckin' on that whore, uh, from Atlanta, Georgia
I love money, this Mercedes body f*cking gorgeous
(f*cking gorgeous)
I ain't trippin', I might have to really up this Taurus (Yeah)
[Verse]
Nah, for real, f*cked that b*tch in the back of the tour bus
AMG, all white, make your little whore bust
(Make your whore bust)
Little thotty says she love my di*k, but she just full of lust
(Full of lust)
MBK, we don't let no thotties, b*tches bore us
(f*ck these b*tches, yeah)
I just told this b*tch, "Don't hit my phone again," she f*ckin' weird
(f*ckin' weird)
All my n*ggas sippin' on this Wockhardt, you sippin' beer
(Sippin' beer)
Lame as 'ell, drinkin' opp-ass-n*gga
Don't you f*ckin' hit my cellular about no b*tch, you f*ckin' queer
There's a war zone goin' on in her head
I would never cuff this b*tch, I told that thot to throw her neck
Why you textin' on my opps?
f*ck it, baby, thank you, next
Stop debatin', you see all this drip I'm steppin', I don't need to flex

[Chorus]
Yeah, shawty ass lookin' kind of good in them blue jeans
(Like, "Oh my god")
Baby, do your dance with me, I'll flick it like a movie (Like a movie)
I told her spin her ass around, she go the perfect booty
(Perfect booty)
I feel like I'm Jonah Hill, let's make a f*ckin' movie
(Make a f*ckin' movie)
I told her to keep on shakin'
Baby, that's a bubble, bubble
Told her bring her best friend with her
Bae, let's make it double trouble
I think her n*gga hate me 'cause his girlfriend wanna cuddle
Oh, sorry n*gga, no, I did not mean to burst your little bubble
Doors up, Lamborghini doors up
f*ckin' on that whore, uh, from Atlanta, Georgia
I love money, this Mercedes body f*cking gorgeous
(f*cking gorgeous)
I ain't trippin', I might have to really up this Taurus (Yeah)
[Outro]
I might have to up this f*ckin' Taurus
Yeah, up the Taurus
Yeah, yeah, MBK, yeah, MBK
My Brother Keeper, yeah
Doors up, I might have to up this Taurus