(Chorus – ScHoolboy Q)
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bi**hes independent bi**hes, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bi**hes flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part
(Post Chorus – ScHoolboy Q)
Ayy! That part
Bang this s**t in the hood one time
Lil bi**h I’m back and popping
Tell that ugly bi**h to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit
(Verse 1 – ScHoolboy Q)
Quarter million, switching lanes…that part
Bet my bi**h move the same old thing…that part
405 with the gun off safe… that part
Ayy I’m still tryna make that plate
Bi**h up on the Q’s your fate
Style on top of style, ni**a
Five years I’ve been rich, ni**a
Drove Bimmers down Fig, ni**a
Pushed Porsches down Broadway
I’ve been dogging different hoes, ni**a
Got a chain that’s worth the Rolls, ni**a
Got an engine back with the top in it
Ni**a driving it like it’s a bomb in it
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2 – Kanye West)
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay! That part
Beggars can’t be choosers, bi**h this ain’t Chipotle
Ni**a with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea
Walking, living legend, man I feel like Kobe
I just left the strip club, got some glitter on me
Wifey gonna kill me, she the female OJ
Y’all don’t feel me, man this ain’t okay
Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I’m reloaded
Rich ni**a, still eating catfish
That bi**h ain’t really bad, that’s a catfish
If I walk up out of Saks Fifth
Have the paparazzi doing backflips
If I lay you down on the mattress
Blow the back out gtil you backless
Thick, we already established
She just got em done, bra-strapless
Yeah! Okay, okay, okay, okay! That part
Beggars can’t be choosers, bi**h this ain’t Chipotle, That part
Ni**a with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea, That part
Walking, living legend, man I feel like Kobe, That part
(Repeat Chorus & Post Chorus)
(Verse 3 – ScHoolboy Q)
Few million made and still ain’t changed… that part
Me, my girl got matching bling… that part
I’ma get so blowed, I’ma lose my brain… that part
Me and Ab-Soul only thing go straight
Need me a bi**h that’ll go both ways
Style on top of style, ni**a
Since a younging I wanted to ball, ni**a
Had a pistol in my drawls, ni**a
When I was broke, I had the sauce, ni**a
Got a Chevy with side to side on it
Hundred spokes, the dang de dangs on it
Got a chopper that stand the fire too
I put your uzi down beside you
(Repeat Chorus)
(Outro – Kanye West)
Walking, living legend, man I feel like Kobe, That part
I just dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe
Lamar was with me, man I feel like Kobe
Pippen at my wedding, man I feel like Jordan
Tripping at my wedding, I be running away
Ain’t say s**t, ni**a
You was listening close though
You was listening to Hov’s flow
You wouldn’t listen to the flow though
Listen to the Go
Listen to a young ni**a from the Go though
I’ma freestyle this mothaf**ka, who knew?
When I’m with my ni**as, ni**a, ScHoolboy Q
And uh, Top Dawg, call Top Dawg
Get that ni**a on the phone
Top Dawg on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!
