Whoa Bitch, you know my name Leggo It's Mr. Tremaine Ladies love me, here go that new Trey Kiss and suck me, I call it toupee I got on Breezy shit, give my shit a break Fuck am I talkin' 'bout? Aye, peedis get mu spin up "Love faces", "Buttoms Up" Came straight from the buttom up Who you gon' find at the top of the charts That hot at fuck, and these broads'll fuck? Y'all niggas pick my garbage up Say my prayers, in God we trust Know I got a lot of money So these niggas acting funny Gotta turn the Cadillac into an armor truck Bitch, nigga on the arm of her So I look her in her eye Start charming her Wanna know you very well Pretty skin caramel and a nigga tryna bust that almond nutt Chi-Town freak hoes, cold as a bitch though Came in a trench coat, took it off, beach clothes Get naked, right this second Girl, you ain't nothing but a bird, just peck it Watch full of carrots with a pocket full of lettuce While you hating niggas ride 87 and (?) I hope yo shit break down Look at a nigga now
Look at me now Look at me now Look at me now I'm getting paper
Va I did it for y'all But the two audemars I did it to ball High school couldn't keep me out the halls Pretty bitch couldn't keep me out her draws Shittin' on y'all, treat the game like a star Drown in the water while you hang from my balls My clothes don't hang at the mall This shit fresh off the plane from Milan Good head, can't name the salon But I swear I just came in her mind Got her higher than the plan that I'm on Give her two pills, don't blame me I'm wrong Why the fuck they let me on this song? I don't even care who own this song Chris could've called me, man, you shoul've called me Man, goddamn I love this song Let's talk about the way I got on this John We were in the garage and I got on that bong A nigga said Wayne went nutts And I think I went, what, my nutts are over-grown I'm so high, I'm overblown Think I'm overdosing on My ego, I'm so lethal There's no equal, I'm so evil, no Knievel But I stunt hard, my front yard, got horses Think that porches from midevil There's no way this can be legal Two hundred while I'm blunted And her mouth just keep on running 'Cause her weave they've just done it So I told the bitch to bun it Yeah, Zack let the track drop Murder this shit like Black Ops Flag jacker and Claymores In this one year I done made more Than the whole existence is of yours Nigga just got my voice insured Yeah, look at me now, bitch!
Look at me now Look at me now Look at me now I'm getting paper Look at me now Look at me now Look at me now Look at me now, bitch