[Verse]
Yeah, look
It's what y'all all been waiting fo', ain't it?
Ya weekly entertainment, for me to get a hold of this beat and go 'head, claim it
I'm about to paint a picture, you niggas go 'head, frame it
Since we getting Seinfeld on some Jerry and Elaine shit
I flow far from mediocre and if we talking cards, I will fold him with the poker
You and your whole crew are like a deck of fifty-four, so it's obvious, y'all gon' steady be rolling with some jokers
And me, I'm rolling with some brokers, like, damn, could you niggas get any broker?
I got my new girl so content, just spare yaself the embarrassment, don't even approach her
Disguise yaself, go buy a costume, I am making stocks work, while you work in stock rooms
Ugh, and I was praying I would drop June, but label reps applying pressure to make them pop tunes
So I keep it rocking, for Pete's sakes, you fake gangsta rappers are cliché
And if you ain't talking dough when you meet Drake, I'll be in ya face, like, "No speak-a la ingles"
Soon as you hear it, you quote it, they tryin' to be the one that I done left out the show with
But trust me, I'm aware, and my car's right there is this interior enough for y'all ulterior motives?
'Cause if you like it, you should stick with me, my money good, I ain't never had to flip a ki
A lot of ice, a lot of cream like Dickie Dee, might cut the phone and disappear like Michie Mee
But I'm tryna have you on that trip with me, sliding through Henri Bendel, like it's slippery
And yo' ex-man is a hater, officially, probably 'cause he know I'm exactly what you wish he be
Yeah, that's the reason why he lookin' hard 'cause I done snatched the Chips Ahoy out his cookie jar
He just mad 'cause his girl at the house with her tongue sticking out like a Michael Jordan rookie card
Let me address this, pardon me while I fix, a couple subliminal lines caught me in the mix
I guess he thought that he could've been Gotti in them flicks, but at this point, I'm just poking a body with a stick
Nowadays, rappin' is a children's hobby and girls keep telling me, I'm still this snobby
I tell them myself is who I am feeling, probably, just because I got a buzz like a building lobby
And ain't a song that yo' ass finna skip, I tried to sell weed, give me cash for the zip
The way yo' girlfriend pumped me up in the car, seem like she don't really need no gas for the trip
Millionaire shades, fade with the waves, I smirk at a nigga if he still rockin' braids
That just let's me know that we ain't on the same page and that goes out to every nigga, except Trey
Ayy, I'm outta here, baby, they asked me about the past years and how does it phase me?
I wouldn't take it back, nah, not if they paid me, Mr. Bet You That's Expensive, 'cause it's not a fugazi
Spittin' a Crock Pot of bottomless gravy, the shit is so nasty, how is it tasting?
And you can probably find him walking out of a Macy's, forget a girl, they just thinkin' how to replace me
Exit with a joke, leave these niggas some hope, you took that 'Ye beat and you put that shit in a choke
Well, I'm thinkin' I should leave out on this note, nigga, keep your two cents, I ain't tryna leave you broke
[Outro]
Life of a don, lights keep glowing
Comin' in the club with that fresh shit on
With something crazy on my arm, uh-ahem
And here's another hit, Barry Bonds (Barry Bonds)
