Pharrell

[Verse] (JT, you a fool for this one, nigga) Big bounce, on my cardio Pumpin' gas, no narco I be ridin' fast like Mario Countin' up blue bands Block hot, need some fuckin' fan Yeah, yeah Yeah, uh, yeah, trap, go get a bag, ayy Yeah, foe'nem outside wavin' racks Yeah, pull up on time, they droppin' flags Yeah, if we one down, we bouncin' back Yeah, she pull up to the trap to bounce it back I pull up to the spot to count the cash They come through the front, we out the back This blunt I'm smokin' cost an ounce of crack Yeah, I took three puffs, I damn near cried Yeah, she asked me did I love her, I damn near lied Yeah, it's somethin' 'bout some money, I damn near tried Yeah, the stove on me, I damn near fire Yeah, call the plug, jugg, then I fly (JT, you a fool for this one, nigga) Yeah, call my bitch up, she down to fire Told her I call 'em 155 Up in this plane, bitch, I'm really high Yeah, up to Ha Ha Davis, they's finna die Yeah, shawty gave me brain, it's just DeVry Yeah, yeah, wave the sticks around like we tryna kill a fly Yeah, the school I attended was Real Nigga High Yeah, you can let me down, I'm still gon' be high (JT, you a fool for this one, nigga) Yeah, put the spikes on the road, I'm still gon' get by I would jump off a plane just to chill in the sky Face-to-face with the clouds, lookin' at them in the eye Yeah, boy you know your jewelry buy one, get one free Yeah, I might look like one, but I'm no fuckin' dummy Ayy, yeah, can't make your hood dance like the girl off Honey Yeah, they goddamn spark it, he thought it was funny One down, finesse junkie Yeah, uh Now I got diamonds in my ear Who that nigga is? I got no idea Shh... if I kill (Glatt), they gon' know how I feel One minute around me, you gon' know I'm real Yeah, I had to run up that sack They know it's in my hat, yeah Hopped out the back of the 'Bach Uh, go get your gat We'll take that and your stacks She love when I pull her tracks Like son, I pull in the bank No Facebook, I got status, yeah Fresh like I got a stylist, backyard like an island Fill the car by the gallon, baby built like a stallion 5-7 sing like Bryson, wrist sprung, had to ice it Fresh on the plane, landin' in Bali, ayy, yeah Smooth came with an alley, run it up, this been a rally Call the rodeo, we skelly, chyeah, yeah With the dope all in his skully This Louis used to be a Pelle This peanut butter uses jelly Yeah, in a blue room like Belly Man I got into it with my celly All of this shit real deli All the anti niggas need to end me Ayy Remy, send 'em some panties You a bitch, nasty, you shanty, yeah Up the nina, nick nanny Put a bullet up in your fanny In a space suit like Sandy, yeah, glatt Just take off like NASA I'm a boss, feelin' like a pastor I'm smokin' musk like I'm Elon, yeah Light 'em up like neon What the fuck these niggas be on? This shit is me beyond This shit is beyond me Jumpin' like a bee on me Cops used to be on me, yeah Now I got 'em out my way Now I'm seein' this money 'Member, used to make 500, yeah Then I made a thousand I'm seein' every dollar of my money Everything you doin', I've done it, yeah Used to go to school and do school Big balls in that bitch's stomach Opps used to be roughin' We already knew they wasn't on nothin' Gotta set it off, fuck runnin' I used to walk around by myself I'll hit you myself, lil' ass boy, I'm takin' my belt Oh you wanna be a gangsta, need my help, ayy, yeah Wanna be built, need my step That's my youngin, throw up my set Put them jeans ball in my head, yeah Make the drummer ra-tat-tat And throw temper tantrums like a brat Bitch, I'm super up like a stat, yeah Swing the K at 'em like a bat Bitch, we rollin' like a frat Bitch, we slidin' like a snow sled Granny say boy, go 'head Just don't touch her forehead Louis on my forehead Goin' in for the finger roll And-1, Jimmy Buckets Bitch say she a Glo-head, yeah She know I be on Rodeo I catch the shit like Odell Name rings like door bells, yeah With my dawg, Taco Bells Stood down like floor nails I was in her DMs, for real She like Pharrell, I'm like for real You over there, baby, come here The dope got me lookin' Chinese With twins, I ain't talkin' Siamese Number one like Kyrie Face somethin' like an ID, yeah They love, don't try me Lil' nigga, come find me My hand up, come find me, yeah Send shells at your hiney She got lips like Kylie She sing on me like Miley, yeah And I come and sing like Isley Baby think she a hypebeast And she say she like me And she say she a Pisces Juiced up like an ICEE