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Man, it's time to wake up? I don't wanna
'Round about five I got dinner with Obama
'Bout to hit the road, I ain't talkin' 'bout Lana
Ring-ring, who's that? Oh shit, it's your mama
Catch me in a suit and a tie throwin' parties at the White House
Shorty gonna suck big balls like it's Wipeout
Started in the mornin', gotta do it 'til it's night out
Craka comin' through, I'm tellin' everybody pipe down
Ayy, you know it's my pet peeve when bitches don't say please
See, I'm a real nice guy, call me Keanu Reeves
And they be takin' notes, but got no degree
You gon' smoke some blunts, I'm gon' plant some trees
Okay now zip it, lock it, put it in your pocket
How you gon' hate when you're broke? Man, stop it
Ooh, goddamn, lookin' flyer than a rocket
Bitch talk shit, get smacked like Bop-It
One, two, ayy, ooh, bitching about the plane food
Jordan Belfort, I'm 'bout to pop another Quaalude
She don't wanna take one, fuck it, I'ma take two
Respected in my city, I know everybody hate you
I wake up, do my business
Like who is this well-respected man?
I keep a strap in my briefcase
Just to keep safe 'cause I can
I wake up, do my business
Like who is this well-respected man?
I keep a strap in my briefcase
Just to keep safe 'cause I can
Fuck a day job, bitch, I'm the business
Pray on the pussy, got God as my witness
I do blow and I fuck ho's
'Cause I'm cutthroat, know I keep a stick
I don't care who the fuck knows
Listen bucko, suck a dick
Ayy, ayy, four doors said I'm tryna get my bands up
Three ho's with me like my middle name was Santa
I was poppin' bottles at the Copacabana
Got rich and switched up like I'm Hannah Montana
Hey, said I'm young, dumb, and classy
At the trap, get it poppin' like it's acne
With the boys when I'm whippin' through the backstreet
Feds on my ass, but they never gonna catch me