Chance The motherfuckin' rapper With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times but you know what I'm saying the times Thugger Lil Boat Chance Lil Boat Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste All I can hear is the third, ayy All I can hear is the third, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy I love my women real tall, ayy Type that can really play ball, ayy You buy my hat at the park, ayy Think I might really play ball, ayy I got a link in my bio, my bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo How can they call themselves bosses When they got so many bosses You gotta see what your boss say I get it straight out the faucet I ain't felt like this since the third drought, third carter drop Told my momma third grade I'd be in the third Barbershop And you know momma got real worried when she heard college drop But now I call the shots I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Bad little mama, she gettin' it Obama She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma Can't see me, can't be me, I'm ridin' like a panda That booty gon' roll and it's outta control And these bitches gon' fuck off respect and that loyalty All my bitches lovin' me and they spoil me Rub me down with that lotion, baby oil me Drinking Actavis, baby I'm showin' me In that choppa I see your perimeter Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar Wait one minute I told you Yeah, I would like to know you Yeah, you lucky like clovers Yeah, the clothes no good Mama I do it, your ass I pursue it Just look at me baby I came from the sewers They love all the slime ball Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog That got me serene like I'm breakin' a bar And I'm ballin' on you like I'm Chris Paul I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Am I the only one who really care about cover art Growing up I ain't have my brother cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start I ain't know what that mean I bumped heads with my dean Dropped out and hit the scene Now I'm stunting like bling Time and time again they told me no They told me I wouldn't go Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes Well, maybe that shit was my interest Now I spend more than they make at my dentist After 1Night the folks thought I was finished I pin my name to the game like a seamstress Oh, bitch I bite like a gator Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper Did what I wanted, didn't care about a hater Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer Oh, they fuck with me cause I'm different New sound, new appearance Bitch it's Boat from the 6 Give a fuck about a bitch Walk out, my hand on my dick, I'm the shit I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

Yeah DY crazy You young Gs and OGs, you know DJ on the beat so it's a banger That choppa go I let it ring (brrr) You know what I mean (yeah) I don't drink green (uh-uh) I need my green (let's go) I just wanna cum on her (what), her face and her spleen (ugh, ugh) I just wanna let this bitch (what), let this bitch ring (rrr, rrr) When shit get wrong, it can't go right I've been known to get shit blown outta proportion by my sight Be careful what you about it, put that on ice I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type Whatever you say, okay, alright You pick your fate, you pay your price Just know I do not play, alright Yeah, I been acting hard I send 'em to God (I send 'em to God) My dog like dodge (aye) They pull up and charge (they pull up and charge) I'm riding the ten speed (skrr) It's hard to pull out the 'rage (yeah) It's dark, I'm fucking your daughtеrs (yeah) They twins, I'm Mr. Rogers Now this is a problеm with a hundred thousand dollars in the truck Ain't talk shit, we follow them punks You cross that line, everybody getting ducked Fast forward 25 years, and I grew up Nigga talk shit, don't do shit to 'em Press Atlanta, your string get pulled Got a problem, bring it to 'em Just don't be so immature I let it ring (brrr) You know what I mean (yeah) I don't drink green (uh-uh) I need my green (let's go) I just wanna cum on her (what), her face and her spleen (ugh, ugh) I just wanna let this bitch (what), let this bitch ring (rrr, rrr) When shit get wrong, it can't go right I've been known to get shit blown outta proportion by my sight Be careful what you about it, put that on ice I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type Whatever you say, okay, alright You pick your fate, you pay your price Just know I do not play, alright, alright This shit on sight, don't blame it on strike Don't blame it on ice, don't blame it on drink I took a lil' X, I fuck on my ex I did a lil' wrong, I'm making it right Where did he go? He ran out back He must've ran track, I slash his back I got war wounds, under my tats I got a few bloods, they all say slatt I got a few crips, they all on neck I busted on her lips, but not her back It's not my bitch, it's not my neck I'm just her pimp, I'm not her dad The cops pulled me over, they smelled my thrax It's not my gat, but them my racks Them my lewis, and them my slatts And this my car and that's my bitch Ain't none of your concern, keep me outta that shit, nigga All on my dick, tryna follow my bitch If you catch me in Vegas, I'ma catch a new case 50 niggas with you and I'ma be in your face Nigga think this shit a game, bet his ass get stabbed 19 in the clip, let his ass get had Best case scenario, get your ass kidnapped Worst case, end up in a plastic bag With no order there is chaos Never let 'em handle a nigga Motherfuckin' player, I do it like in Atlanta, nigga You do that shit for IG and the fucking camera You 'gon be happy 'til someone teach you some fucking manners When shit get wrong, it can't go right I've been known to get shit blown outta proportion by my sight Be careful what you about it, put that on ice I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type Whatever you say, okay, alright You pick your fate, you pay your price Just know I do not play, alright, alright I let it ring (brrr) You know what I mean (yeah) I don't drink green (uh-uh) I need my green (let's go) I just wanna cum on her (what), her face and her spleen (ugh, ugh) I just wanna let this bitch (what), let this bitch ring (rrr, rrr) You know what the fuck going on with us, man

Daytrip took it to ten (Hey) What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What the fuck, yeah, hold on Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga Say, "Hello", nigga, little ho nigga Bitch-ass broke nigga, nah, I can't roll with ya, huh Say, "Hello", nigga, you a ho, nigga (What's up?) What's a high horse to a motherfuckin' G.O.A.T. nigga? (What's up?) Hold on, uh, first car was a Range Rover Was a lil' nigga, wore the same clothes Vivid pictures, boy, I paint those From the fucking jungle where you can't grow Hold grudges, never let it go I'm with my fuckin' dawgs, no pedestal Do you need gause 'cause your pockets swole? What the fuck is that? That's a bankroll I got forty-five K in my pockеt Ain't no cappin', I say it, I got it Do a show, then I make a deposit I madе Europe, they ragin' and moshin' Yeah, I fuck with the Wizards, but catch me courtside Guarantee it's the Lakers I'm watching Nigga, I am the greatest in my generation I don't do no playin' about it These rappers, they should call me, "Papi" Every lil' thing is exotic I'm with two hoes like a shotty I'm shittin' on these niggas, no potty I don't wanna see your twenty dollar bill 'less it's Harriet Tubman My thoughts outta pocket I been hidin' from the world The only thing see me right now is the sky and the projects (Hold on) Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga (Ayy, say, "What's up?") Say, "What's up?", watch how I fuck it up, get it back Niggas say they really gettin' money, that's fitted cap Boy, you ain't never outside, where you really at? Designer rug, alligator my floor mat Bad lil' bitch gon' give me that neck, neck We was in the trenches, nigga, you was playin' Tech Deck Why you so motherfuckin' cap? Don't respect that, hey Don't come close, better step back, hey Minor setback for a comeback Bitch ass so damn fat, she got hunch back, hey Fuck around and play, get splatt-splatt Nigga put a hole in his head like a humpback, woah I been in the slums, givin' all back Tell me, where the fuck is Donald Trump at? (Let's go) Came from the slums, deep down in the trenches (Let's go) Where a young nigga sharin' a bookbag (Uh) Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

No, no, no diggity This is the remix, remix (No diggity) Brought to you by Blackstreet (One, one, one, two) No diggity, no doubt Play on, play that (One, one, one, two) She was a gold digger (One, one, one, one, one, one, one, two) Yo Black drop the verse She was more like a beauty queen From a movie scene (Uh huh) Said I don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one (Yeah) Who will dance on the floor in a round (No, no, no diggity) She said I am the one (Yeah) So we dance on the floor in a round, babe (Say what?) No, no, no diggity (Yeah) She told me her name was Billie Jean And she caused a scene (Uh huh) Then every head turned with eyes That dreamed of being the one (No diggity) Who would dance on the floor in a round, babe (No, no, no diggity) People always told me Be careful what you do Don't go around breaking young girls' hearts (no, no diggity) And momma always told me be careful who you love Be careful (dig it up) of what you do (dig it up) Because a lie becomes the truth, hey Billie Jean is not my lover (No doubt) She's just a girl who claims that I am the one (Gold digger, gold digger, I like the way you try to get slick) But the kid is not my son No diggity, no doubt about it She said I am the one (Gold digger, gold digger, I like the way you try to get slick) But the kid is not my son (No, no, no, no diggity, one, one, one, one, two) For forty days and for forty nights I was on the scene (uh huh) But who can stand when she's in demand Her schemes and plans (yeah) So we danced on the floor in a round (No, no, no diggity) So take my strong advice Just remember to always think twice (Yeah, uh) Don't think twice, don't think twice She told my baby we'd danced till three And she looked at me (Uh huh) Then showed a photo of baby crying Eyes were like mine So we danced on the floor in a round, babe No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (No diggity, no diggity.the bridge) People always told me be careful what you do Don't go around breaking young girls' hearts But she came and stood right by me Just the smell of sweet perfume It's happening much too soon She called me to the room, hey yeah Billie Jean (uh huh) is not my lover (yeah) She's just a girl who claims that I am the one (Gold digger, gold digger, I like the way you try to get slick) The kid is not my son The kid is not my son, she said I am the one (Gold digger, gold digger, I like the way you try to get slick) But The kid is not my son, yeah (No, no, no digitty, no diggity) Oh, no, no, no Billie Jean Billie Jean is (Yeah) is not my lover (No doubt) She's just a girl who thinks that I am the one (Gold digger, gold digger, I like the way you try to get slick) But the kid is not my son No diggity, no doubt about it She said I am the one, oh yeah The kid is not my son (Gold digger, gold digger, I like the way you try to get slick) No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Billie, Billie, Billie Jean Ad lib Until fade