Michael Bay

[Intro] Yeah! I hear a gladiator They say let's make some movie shit [Verse 1] I'm like fuck that bitch on the other side, they know my grass is way greener Find the baddest bitch and I take her home and that ass on her like Trina I'm just wondering if she got a man cause there ain't no ring on that finger My pull up game like Stephen Curry, my pull out game like Jenga Ahh, shut the fuck up, I ain't trying to have no conversation See they show so much love when the boy came home, broke motherfuckers had to hate it I ain't have to make it, could've worked a 9 to 5 like you when I graduated But I'm glad I waited, cause I'mma hit your girl from the back, send a motherfucker back to basics Yeah, why ain't you listen? I told you be quiet Yeah, put out your album and nobody buying Yeah, I get it, you on your hustle, I know you be trying Yeah, you just keep mentioning all of these rappers I know so I know you be lying Nah, this is a monologue, why am I speaking to you? It's like confessions with me in the booth Father, forgive me for speaking the truth I got the piece on my necklace turn water to wine But I mix that vodka with juice Switch it to whiskey and mix up the mood I'm drunk in Manhattan [Pre-Chorus] My shit blowing up So many calls, my shit blowing up No time to talk, my shit blowing up My ring at home, I'm still blowing up Yeah, I'm blowing up [Hook] My shit blowing up Like Independence Day I'm blowing up Shit more like Michael Bay I'm blowing up Slow motion walk away I'm blowing up Yeah, I'm blowing up [Verse 2] Got that swisher sweet, pack sour Sam Jackson, my pack loud Riding 'round in that matte black On 24's like Jack Bauer Rubberband on my left wrist Pulling up on my ex-bitch I broke up with that old girl But I'm still using her Netflix Fuck all my exes, I can still fuck all my exes They trying to get drunk in my section I know you mad cause you standing in line And I just go in, I don't know where the exit She give me neck for the necklace, she reckless Give her that dick like Fifty Shades I want all these whips and chains Damn, I feel like Christian Grey How many times did I tell you be quiet? Yeah, calling my phone and I'm hitting decline Yeah, I got the minutes and data, but I don't got time Yeah, I'm trying to talk to the money, my inbox is full and you blocking my line Nah, I'm changing my number, I gotta get back to the business I'mma be running shit, you on that other shit Hop on the track and get back to the fitness You keep talking 'bout shit you don't got Like the money and cars and the clothes and the bitches I'm like when Jordan came back with the Bulls You like when Jordan came back with the Wizards [Pre-Chorus] My shit blowing up So many calls, my shit blowing up No time to talk, my shit blowing up My ring at home, I'm still blowing up Yeah, I'm blowing up [Hook] My shit blowing up Like Independence Day I'm blowing up Shit more like Michael Bay I'm blowing up Slow motion walk away I'm blowing up Yeah, I'm blowing up