Amazin'

[Intro] Yeah Can you please mothafuckin' rise For the national mothafuckin' trap star anthem Let's go [Hook x2] Cause bitch I'm a amazing', look what I'm blazin' Eyes so low, yea I look like an Asian Forever clubbin', forever thuggin' Haters run they mouth, they ain't talkin' bout nothin' [Verse 1] Rose gold Audemar, lookin' like it's miller time Six or seven diamond chains, who he think he Busta Rhymes Bitch I bust a lot of rhymes, could've done a lot of time And I ain't never snorted shit, put it all up on the line Got a lot up on my mind, got a lot up on my plate Got to feed my hood, So I'm up and down the interstate The streets need a nigga, so I'm in and out that vocal booth Hoes love a nigga, cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe But nuttin but banana split, say that I'm her favourite If you can take a lot of dick, I can talk a lot of shit Go on baby swag it up, show them haters who your with Bring you want that gangsta shit, who you niggas fuckin' with [Hook] [Verse 2] Cause Bitch I'm amazin' First I sold two mill, then I sold another one Told them if you pay for three, that I will front another one Told them if they give me this, then I'll record another one But if you can not give me that, ain't no sense in callin' back Fuck you think they sell me for, fuck you think they find me at Damn right I'm arrogant, I'm gonna need a bigger hat Close your eyes imagine this, gonna need a bigger safe I got bills up in that bitch, that bitch stacked up since 98 Let 'em talk, let 'em hate, watch the Lincoln Navigate If you touch 'em, wipe 'em off Fingerprints, then take em off I can make an avalanche and I ain't talkin Chevy trucks Call me Georgia lottery cause I'll be talkin mega bucks [Hook] [Verse 3] Cause Bitch I'm amazin' Must of spent ten grand to make they coupe stand taller First round draft pick, yea I'm mother fuckin balla Just write your number down, baby girl I might call ya If she give it to me now, she won't live to see tomorrow And if she playin' with it, she won't make it thru the night Before the song with Kanye, I had my money right Used to call me vice grips, yea I get my money tight Now it's time to re up, then I make my money white You can catch me at my jewel, yeah I like my money bright You can find me at the lot, yea I like my money fast Two hundred on the gas, two hundred on the dash Yea I'm spendin' old money, now I'm livin' in the past [Hook]