Yeah
Everybody hate me
Might as well call me Chris Rock
Ain't my fault they want what I got
Haha, sorry, too bad
Busy chasing money bags
Yeah, yeah, okay, yeah
You might even see me on the TV
That's crazy, right?
Haha, I'm everywhere
I never cared, never will
It's all good
Burger B, I'm here, I'm fresher than a brand new nursery
I'm shaking all this cake like it's my fucking anniversary
I'm kicking in the door with my heels, bitch, duck
Burger B, repeat offender of not giving a fuck
When I step up in the spot, bitches don't know how to act
Team No Nap, too busy chasing money bags
Oh, my hunger's so strong, bitter bitches, bring it on
It's the mannequin challenge when they play your song
Man, your shit makes me sleepy, your shit gets no repeats
The same thing could be said for what's seen on my feed
The same thing could be said for me between the sheets
I lock that shit down, Mussolini, waist on teeny
Dead ass, my guy grabs a beanie
Underneath the fur, yellow polka dot bikini
Weenies turn zucchini
I'm looking for a genie with the fettuccine
Twist this thing up, tortellini
You on your Anthony Hamilton, calling me like Charlene
Poking your head all in my basement, nigga, Filene
It's kinda crazy how they wanting what I got
That's why everybody hating me, call me Chris Rock
Want me fancy in the hotel, your name is Jamie Foxx
And they watching me, they watching me, they watching like a hawk
They be tryna talk my talk, they be staring, they be stalking
But you watching too hard, it's about to get you blocked
It's about to get you blocked, it's about to get you blocked
I got the eye of the tiger, nigga, just ask my Glock
You got the eye of the leader of the neighborhood watch
But you watching too hard, it's about to get you blocked
They wanna feel my tight, tight shit, grip pad locked
But they want it so bad, it's about to get 'em blocked
Been the baddest on the block, taught by my uncles and my aunt
Run down on any bitch that need to get got, yeah
Come with it, nigga, come with it, nigga
Nigga, how you figure that I'm fake? 'Cause my titties getting bigger?
Only keep it right, right, only for the right pipe
And if that's not you, then nigga, night, night
And I'm revved up, still badder than new Bugatti
I smell like money, yes, bitch, Abu Dhabi
I fold any bitch, little shit, origami
Screaming F me, Fendi all on my body
Spending all my money on booze, spending all my money on shoes
Meanwhile, it's looking like you spend, throw your money on views
Me get like you? I refuse
Woo, yeah, I know it's true, I make the best example
Of what you're looking for, but I don't give out samples
Tryna look just like me, Tia Landry, Tamara Campbell
Double reason that I cannot stand you
I know it's silly 'cause you wanting what I got
But I let you down easy, then proceed to get you blocked
I proceed to get you blocked, I proceed to get you blocked
No tents for you, little bitch, you've been chopped
And you asking that shit like you working for the opps
But you coming up short like a fucking crop top
That could get your ass rocked, it could get your ass popped
Yeah, these niggas want in, but I keep my doors locked
Can't outdo me, too bad, your shit flopped
Never dropping, you my little baby sis, you adopted
And I'm hella advanced in the special
Craft of swerve, curving and blocking
And I put a hole up in any bitch like she nylon stockings
I never chill, I never will, you amped up, you on a pill
On your Cosby shit, you Lil Bill, I'm 'bout my green, all chlorophyll
Fold a bitch in half, make that ass back back
If I fold my stacks in half, they still roll right back
And we ain't smoking weed if our shits don't match
If we ever have beef, I ain't burying the hatch
You on your Anthony Hamilton, calling me like Charlene
Poking your head all in my basement, nigga, Filene
It's kinda crazy how they wanting what I got
That's why everybody hating me, call me Chris Rock