Girl this summer, you'll be looking for (yeah) You'll be looking for me while I'm riding in That brand-new whip you wanted (ooh, yeah yeah) All I ever asked for was patience (that's all I ever asked, and you know it) Patience and pussy but mostly patience (yeah, yeah 'cause you gon' use it anyway) Swear I used to keep you faded Now you're waiting for something better But girl what's better than this? (Ooh) We were supposed to do big things (do big things) Now you're waiting for something better But girl, what's better than this? Popping champagne over here Girl it ain't a thang over here Throwing money fast over here Blowing all this cash over here (yeah) Popping champagne over here (oh yeah) Girl it ain't a thang over here (oh yeah) Throwing money fast over here (Oh yeah) Blowing all this cash over here (oh yeah) On this side Me and my niggas bucking head first You supposed to be there when my head hurt Used to be going out hardly, now we wanna party Celebration on me, well, what's up? Pay homage, I roll through the city like young Sheikh Mohammed It can't be that hard to find us Go to Jungle, pick up my Ethiopian goddess That's when words spread, a Bugatti is in the projects The boy home, used to take the bus to the block Now summertime whips come through and bust up the block I remember seeing Nikk's having to bust up a block And sell the work right to hush, y'all niggas must have forgot But I was there Nas don shit, a couple things sit on my conscience With that said, look at all we accomplished Yeah, sure this ain't Compton, but this ain't a fairytale land neither We all lost mad people, the city wild They gave the task to a purposeful child S start to get a little more personal now But that's 'cause everybody else sound is so played out though Oliver North in the cut Dolce'd out though A thousand dollar bottle, it get poured straight out though I'm screaming OVO on the whole way out though I'm back boy for real, I'm that boy for real I got hits nigga, you just a batboy for real Backwoods get peeled, I smoke away all the tears Nothing was the same man, including y'all careers The new Cash Money, the new Roc-A-Fella Bunch of young rich niggas, turn around if you jealous Popping champagne over here Girl it ain't a thang over here Throwing money fast over here Blowing all this cash over here Popping champagne over here (one time) Girl it ain't a thang over here (two time) Throwing money fast over here Blowing all this cash over here On this side

Alright, let's get it Silverado, black package Dealership didn't have time to tag it I whipped that bitch out the parking lot Like I was dead broke and I couldn't have it Uh, swipe that piece of plastic Rode around Nashville for three hours Listening to beats, waiting for the magic Swung by the crib, grabbed WLPWR Hit the bar, of course the bar Valet park my brand new car Threw the keys and when you move it, please Be careful and don't go too far Took a second and soaked it in Couldn't wipe off my big-ass grin Look at Will, Can you believe it, man? Just wait 'til I get them twinny-twin-twins That's hard work (Uh) I had to do a lot of yard work (Uh) I had to pick up that white trash (Uh) So I could bet on my artwork (Uh) I had to cut my own path (Uh) And do something that had never been done Alabama ain't no cakewalk (Uh) I showed the world how we popped that trunk And it's one shot down, two shot down, three And this old fuckboy keeps looking at me He walks up to us then offers me a drink I know that he wants to hang He must think that I'm a tree Wanna be rock and roll He starts rambling about who he knows And where he's been and how many records he's sold With who and how and this and that And I can't pretend to like this douchebag Even though he's got the boots The hats, the leather, and the durag The shit he told me he wrote for so-and-so is just so, so whack Don't wanna be the supermodel for the clothes you wear Don't pull a seat up 'Cause you see me in my folding chair Congratulations, hope your mama's proud of what you've done But she may be the only one 'cause From over here, you just a bitch From over here, a liar and thief, man From over here, you make us sick From over here, you faking to get rich Don't come over here Uh, black shot jacket, black Harley, loot cases 38 OG, creatively a new worn baby From the G to the A dot D Went from the Creek to a Love Story Went from a single wide trailer to the booth's alligator And a highrise over the streets Ran through the dirty South in cleats Never lost touch, never got beat Lot of rappers talk about who's doing what Not a single one said shit about me, now that's respect Can't buy that with a bat or a check, better check the beat I mob with kings Crown my head with a tattoo, Slum, make sure it reads No more at sea Fuck a message in a bottle, deliver my words like Desperado Misfits under my umbrella I hope these songs fulfill the sorrow Take the bricks so you can build tomorrow Like a freemason, claw and arrow Free bird, a prophet's sparrow Flying through hip-hop, rock, and metal And while that clock is ticking I won't let a soul living stop my vision Give me that bucket and a mop to dip in I'll shine that floor until it's popping prisms 'Til you see the colors of the rainbow Dancing off my Box Chevy Don't try to fill up my gas tank Or my shoes, homie, you ain't ready And if imitation is flattery, uh I don't lack on the flattery I just led gatherings up in my room with the magic Go back to my cabin and charge up my battery Don't wanna be the supermodel for the clothes you wear Don't pull a seat up 'Cause you see me in my folding chair Congratulations, hope your mama's proud of what you've done But she may be the only one 'cause From over here, you just a bitch From over here, a liar and thief, man From over here, you make us sick From over here, you faking to get rich Don't come over here Fake fucking rockstars Don't come over here Politicians, cop cars Don't come over here Pill poppin' sloppy rappers Don't come over here All you motherfucking biters Don't come over here

Fall off in the spot Wait up, they gon' do it while you drop Metro! Pull up with no top If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark And you know my necklace, sitting on ski resort Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark Put that thing in park, I'ma let my fin pick you apart Glowing in the dark, fifty some' girls on board Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, "En garde" Yo, I'm me, I'm Barbie drippin', DB9, Barbie whippin' If he say he don't want me back, he be lyin' Bitch, I'm the sauce, Barbie dippin', I'm the boss, Barbie sippin' They keep tellin' work it, I ain't got no choice I'm all yours, Barbie kissin', call the stores, Barbie shippin' Out or indoors, baby I'ma floss Wet, why of course, Barbie tippin', I endorse, Barbie strippin' Mink carpet, but I ain't got no flaws Doors look like rings, Barbie sittin', bad-da-bing, Barbie trippin' Curve niggas like they arm in a sling Hopped off the swing, Barbie swingin', to the ring, Barbie blingin' Good box, so he called Donna King Who the fuck gon' party with them dollies? No, I never do the mollies, if I hit you, then you probably gon' sue Who the fuck gon' come through with the body Always lookin' like a hottie, always saying what someone won't do? Who the fuck gonna pull up in your city Looking every bit pretty, with the itty bitty titty bitch crew? Who the fuck gon' beat him with the .22 If he don't lose the attitude, and run off with his credit cards too? Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark And you know my necklace, sitting on ski resort Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark Put that thing in park, I'ma let my fin pick you apart Glowing in the dark, fifty some' girls on board Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, "En garde" Thousand dollar massage I don't ever miss my mark Anything I like goes in the cart I might spend it all to prove a point Rolling west coast, Arnold Schwarz' If she lick her lips then I'ma join Indo I'ma spark When I cash out, that's her favorite part They deliver my Lambo, all white with a tan bow My body is a work of art, he eatin' this Van Gogh I'm not in the bando, I'm Pablo Sandals White beaches, candles, we sexin', Anglo Wh-wh-what you think all the niggas wanna cuff for? A lot of Bloods, what you think they in the cut for? Yeah, it's the sweep, I ain't talkin' when the dust fall My winnin' streak still hasn't peaked, you little dust ball Bitch I'm a star-ar, me and Swae Lee, yah, yah G-4s, 5s, Chun-way on the runway, yah, yah Riccardo Tisci in Milan, you see me modelin', ah Dinner with Kar-ar, dinner with Karl Lagerfeld, yah Yeah, this that Steven Klein, Mert & Marcus, yah, yah Yeah, just to take a picture, I go raise the bar far I'm bitchy, yah, yah, really bitchy, ah, ah America's Next Top Model, call me, Yaya E-everytime I score she gon' hear them swishes, ah Tell that bitch I'm in the league, she still play for Wichita I piss hits broad, call me the swish God The swish, swish God? Yup the swish God? Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark And you know my necklace, sitting on ski resort Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark Put that thing in park, I'ma let my fin pick you apart Glowing in the dark, fifty some' girls on board Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, "En garde" Mhm, shout-out Giovanni For doing that Barbie Tingz video, uh-huh Nina Garcia, Stephen Gan, Elle mag, yuh, uh-huh I'm still on my Naomi shit Wilhelmina Models tip Weezy, Mack, Baby, Slim Gee, I see you, Jean, Tezz, El, Shawn Gee Monte, Avery, Roppo, Joe, Katina, Mike, Dave, Gary, Josh Uh, Brett, Jigga, Kim, Wiz, Hillary, Khloé, Biggz Juice, I see you Juice keep me rollin' Juice You're in the middle of Queen right now, thinking I see why she called this shit Queen This bitch is really the fucking Queen Ahahahaaah! Rrrrr! I love my fans, I love you so much