WTF!, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro]
What the f*ck do you mean

[Chorus]
What the f*ck do you mean
What the f*ck do you see
Say it's real what I speak, I agree
Baby I'm a dog, off the chain, off the leash
I run to the bag in my cleats, come play for the team
Baby there's a mother f*cking piece in my jeans
Money getting tall like that boy Yao Ming
Money getting tall and it's so astounding
b*tch I keep my iron like I'm Robert Downey
Took so many pills so my thoughts are cloudy

[Verse 1]
What do I do
What do I do
What do I do
No, I can't kick it with you
You f*cked up the bag and don't know what to do
That lil bitty bag, ain't making no moves
I jumped off the stage might jump off the roof
They begging for fame I just laugh at these fools
I know that you mad so I'm laughing at you
I think I feel sorry what happеned to you
Don't speak on that sh*t you ain't havin' no juice
Turn nothing to somеthing like magic to you
Lil drip, big drip, I can be your best friend
Try to cross me, that won't happen, leave you in a dead end
[Chorus]
What the f*ck do you mean
What the f*ck do you see
Say it's real what I speak, I agree
Baby I'm a dog, off the chain, off the leash
I ran to the bank in my cleats, come play for the team
Baby there's a mother f*cking piece in my jeans
Money getting tall like that boy Yao Ming
Money getting tall and it's so astounding
b*tch I keep my iron like I'm Robert Downey
Took so many pills so my thoughts are cloudy

[Verse 2]
The difference between us is really a lot
The difference between us, my car off the lot
That b*tch looking bad and it made my heart stop
You rocking fake diamonds that sh*t gotta stop
Yeah you care a lot
I don't care anymore
My wrist full of rocks
Stuntin' on these little whores
Baby I'm sorry please don't start
f*cking the bag up at Chrome Hearts
Came from the ground I was too far
Feel like I'm still throwing two R's
I don't give a f*ck who you are
[Chorus]
What the f*ck do you mean
What the f*ck do you see
Say it's real what I speak, I agree
Baby I'm a dog, off the chain, off the leash
I ran to the bank in my cleats, come play for the team
Baby there's a mother f*cking piece in my jeans
Money getting tall like that boy Yao Ming
Money getting tall and it's so astounding
b*tch I keep my iron like I'm Robert Downey
Took so many pills so my thoughts are cloudy