[Instrumental break]
[Intro]
Some of you niggas ain't like that
So, I, I, I, I can't really say nothing to you
You know, I just gotta sum you up
You the sum up type
Round you niggas up to one lil' thing, you know, gotta address
Put you in a bucket
[?]
Damn
[Verse]
Damn, damn, I feel like the new black [?]
Niggas studying my footwork, I'm James Harden
Bitch who you wit'? (Who you wit'?)
Where you goin'? (Uh, come here)
I thought I told your ass already I ain't from here
And, yeah, we gotta drive to Lolla and you know why
I gotta go and hurry through New Jersey, can't pump there (No)
Babe (babe), I'm such a negative bitch
My friends turn on me, then I turn rich
Sodom, Gomorrah, I turn back, they still talkin' shit (Damn)
Hold my hand, all my ex-ex fans (That's right)
I promise (yeah)
I swear the baby need somebody and a new header (Uh-huh)
I [?] like of course I can do better (Of course)
Whatever
Gotta take more shots, get a good lead
Keep takin' them shots til' the rim bleeds
'Til I succeed, work like Lil Steve
Workin' all day, I don't take no sick leave
In my sleep, hear click beats
Gotta keep swimmin' til' the motherfuckin' ship leaves
Your bitch is fuckin' whoever
I fuck, she's yours, she let him
Damn, is this the price of having fans?
Babe, I'm so precise, I'm always playin'
Afro Thunder with these hands
On your head, gon' be some, uh (Sheesh)
On my head must be some bands
Gucci Mane, I think I love her (Damn)
Danny Swain, I think I love her (Damn)
Big nose and the-- (Ah)
Feel like Andre Iguodala (Facts)
The money put my in a trance
The label got me nudgin' stems (Wait)
I need way more than that for an advance
Play with my money, shit won't go as planned
Gotta take more shots, get a good lead
Keep takin' them shots til' the rim bleeds
'Til I succeed, work like Lil Steve
Workin' all day, I don't take no sick leave
In my sleep, hear click beats
Gotta keep swimmin' til' the motherfuckin' ship leaves
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