I might just hit it raw, hold on, that′s not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin′ inThirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in
I had the Lambo′, switch to the ′Rari
I'm a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I′m a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted
That′s why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait)
Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on)
I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me
I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV"
I can′t fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy
She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me
But she a bad gyal, and she freaky
I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi
I never hit a bitch more than once ′cause they be leeches
But her pussy good, it taste like peaches
But she can have it, I don′t need it
I'd rather have my money green like kiwi
I don′t talk to niggas, 'cause they be cappin′
Disrespect me, and see what happen
I don't make a call for war, I start snappin′
Grr, them bullets blastin'
All the opps mad, that I lapped them
He said, "What's stackin′?" Nothin′ but my money
'Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky
I ain′t a pretty boy, but I ain't ugly
And I′ll take your bitch, in a second
If she a real one, then I'll protect it
Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it
And it′s all VVS and flower settings
I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin′ in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell ′em send 'em in
I had the Lambo′, switch to the 'Rari
I′m a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I′m cold-hearted
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Yoz, what you tellin′ me?
Yoz, what you tellin′ me?
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
