Tank Top

Scenie babies, throwback 'cedes
Bleach-blonde hair and your neon shadies
Skinny jeans, know what I mean
Roll the red carpet out the limousine
I see sad people, I see mad people
Stone-cold face looking like they bad people
I see hot people, I see not people
Everybody movin' like they ain't got a job people

Hey, yo, tank top
Make that tail drop

What's the matter, copy-catter
If the club's too cold go on and put your swagger on
Go on, go on, go go on, and put your swagger on
Go on, go, go put your swagger on
I see rad people, leather clad people
I'm still mad at my deadbeat dad people
I see hot people, I see not people
Everybody movin' like they ain't got a job people

To the lovers, the haters, please congratulate us
You got to get educated 'bout the 808ers
I sent the boom-shaka-laka shaka-laka to your house
Don't let it smack ya in yo swagga-lackin' mouth

I fly non-stop, first class, you in coach, you in da back
You go slow, I go fast, you shut down while I go blast
*Nrrrr* right past you, lookin' like another disaster
Just face it, you wasted, kickin' up dust, you taste i