Yeah Can you please motherfuckin' rise For the national motherfuckin' trap-star anthem Lets go
[Chorus] Cause bitch I'm amazin' Look what I'm blazin' Eyes so low Yea I look like an Asian Forever Thuggin' Forever Thuggin' Haters run they mouth They ain't talkin' bout nothin' Cause Bitch I'm amazin' Look what I'm blazin' Eyes so low Yea I look like an Asian Forever Thuggin' Forever Thuggin' Haters run they mouth They ain't talkin' bout nothin' Cause Bitch I'm amazin'
Closed door armor Lookin' like its miller times Sixty Seven diamond chain Who he think he Busta Rhymes Bitch I bust a lot of rhymes Could of done a lot of time And I ain't never snorted shit Put it all up on the line Got a lot up on my mind Got a lot up on my plate Gotta feed my hood So I'm up and down the interstate The streets need a nigga So I'm in and out that vocal booth Hoes love a nigga Cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe But nothin' but banana split Say that I'm her favorite If you can take a lot of dick I can talk a lot of shit Go on baby swag it up Show them haters who your with Bring you want that gangster shit Who you niggas fuckin' with
First I sold two mill Then I sold another one Told them if you pay for three That I will front another one Told them if they give me this Then ill record another one But if you can not give me that Ain't no sense in callin' back Fuck you think they sell me for Fuck you think they find me at Damn right American I'm gonna need a bigger hat Close your eyes imagine this Gonna need a bigger safe I got bills up in that bitch That bitch stacked up since 98 Let em talk Let em hate Watch them lick the navigate If you touch em Wipe em off Bring a brush Then take em off I can make an avalanche And I ain't talkin' Chevy trucks Call me Georgia lottery Cause I'll be talkin' mega bucks
Must of spent ten grand To make they coupe stand taller First round draft pick Yea I'm mother fuckin' baller Just right your number down Baby girl I might call ya If she give it to me now She wont live to see tomorrow And if she playin' wit it She wont make it through the night Before the song with Kanye I had my money right Used to call me vice grips Yea I get my money tight Now its time to re up Then I make my money white You can catch me at my jewel Yea I like my money bright You can find me at the lot Yea I like my money fast Two hundred on the gas Two hundred on the dash Yea I'm spendin' all money Now I'm livin' in the past