Lyrics
Hey, thank you, thank you
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
S-R-G
Eazy, woah
I was never book smart, I'm money smart
Makes me more intelligent
Call me Mr. Rock festival
I got hella bands
Shorty cute, and her circle too
Told her get a friend
She gon' make me slide with my dog like I'm Mega Man
For real, I do this 24, that's hella Mamba
What's the word, no teleprompter
Ever noticed? The ones that be like
"Where the hoes at?" Never got 'em
They never get a W and
That's pretty much the L about 'em
With them, never reconciling
You gon' need biotics, you'll be sick of my shit
Like I'm reading comics, I got paper to flip
I don't walk on the beach for the men to acknowledge
I do it for shorties in lit colleges
Ain't nothin' better than throwing my bait in the sea
Then tell Brodie that I got a fish
Reelin' on men every line
I hit 'em when you woulda thought that they had a sniff
Some shouldn't be allowed to rap, they go overheads like a shower cap
Shorties wanna take a flight for me, made pussy fly like a Owlcat
Hating on someone who get what they want
'Cause you couldn't get it's a coward act
I really can't help the fact that I'm mean, look
I was never book smart, I'm money smart
Makes me more intelligent
Call me Mr. Rock festival
I got hella bands
Shorty cute, and her circle too
Told her get a friend
She gon' make me slide with my dog like I'm Mega Man
"I love you" is just eight letters
"Let's fuck" sound way better
She got cream on my BAPE sweater
I'm with the money team, Mayweather
Their limits are what they measure
Not my limits, that's Jay message
Hella bums dwelling on the past
And I got a gift so I stay present
Me, and my nuts, that's a trifecta
When I let 'em hang, they slam on the floor like Brock Lesnar