Letras
Yuh, the phenomenon
Rawest nigga out, goddamn I forgot to put a condom on
The fall of Troy was contained in a horse
They wanna know what's on my head, a couple bands like I'm LeBron
Money is the motivation, but you would never catch me paper chasing
I make it run from me, like your nose in the winter
They switch up like gender and wonder why they getting none from me
Still the same kid playing Yu-Gi-Oh!
Y'all be on some Amber Rose fingering the booty hole
Ball so hard, yeah I met niggas like you before
Bet you still coming up short for that Rudy roll
Push 'em back like cuticles, my cutie go
Cousteau on a Hublot a few below
Take gusto, my new flow, your funeral
Open casket, a bastard like Rufio
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm that motherfucking captain, I be snapping like a bitch
I want pennies for my thoughts until I'm motherfucking rich
Had that Nelly, country grandma, used to bump that Ludacris
I probably forgot the words but all them
Songs are still my shit, shit, shit, shit
Nostalgia, don't let it falter
Do what you love, wedding ring at the altar
Write my own destiny, I am the author
My mama swear that I look like my father
My mama call me to tell me to call her
Damn, she know that I hate it
She doesn't cuss but I work on these placements
'Cause I wanna hear her say, "Nigga, we made it!"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm that motherfucking captain, I be snapping like a bitch
I want pennies for my thoughts until I'm motherfucking rich
Had that Nelly, country grandma, used to bump that Ludacris
I probably forgot the words but all them
Songs are still my shit, shit, shit, shit
Cheerio when I get to London, bonjour when I get to France
Get these hoes on my voicemail, get these labels on my email
Like hit me back when you get a chance
Nah nigga, fuck your advance, want some milly off rent
Rather own my own shit, I'm a semi with a grip
Never fire off hip, umpire with the Mark McGwire when I hit