Adam Sandler

[Intro]

Ooh, woah

Ooh, woah

Ooh, woah

Ooh, woah

[Chorus]

I keep a bandana on my car antenna like I'm from Atlanta

I don't wanna buy your white boy, it look funny, call it Adam Sandler

Givenchy the money and splash the blue hundreds inside a Giuseppe sandal

She suckin' my dick in front of the kids while they watchin' Disney Channel

And I was like, "Mama, are you glad that you ain't abort me?"

I was like, "Mama, are you glad you ain't ate the Plan B?"

Your son a millionaire and he provided for his family

And tell my ex-bitch to stop tryna replace me

[Verse]

'Cause nan' one of them fuck niggas right there ain't rich as me

I'm a real Blood, G shining, ain't no bitch in me

I'm a real nigga, no Lilo, ain't no Stitch in me

Hell nah, bitch, ain't no switch in me

Need a hundred K just to get to me

And these pussy ass niggas be history

Bad lil' ho, she super thick, I think this ho be hittin' me

Fuck ass nigga better stop that shit 'cause killers over, oversee

Overseas, overseas, got killers waitin' overseas

No, wait, huh

[Chorus]

I keep a bandana on my car antenna like I'm from Atlanta

I don't wanna buy your white boy, it look funny, call it Adam Sandler

Givenchy the money and splash the blue hundreds inside a Giuseppe sandal

She suckin' my dick in front of the kids while they watchin' Disney Channel

And I was like, "Mama, are you glad that you ain't abort me?"

I was like, "Mama, are you glad you ain't ate the Plan B?"

Your son a millionaire and he provided for his family

And tell my ex-bitch to stop tryna replace me

[Interlude]

Ooh, woah

Ooh, woah

Ooh, woah

Ooh, woah

[Chorus]

I keep a bandana on my car antenna like I'm from Atlanta

I don't wanna buy your white boy, it look funny, call it Adam Sandler

Givenchy the money and splash the blue hundreds inside a Giuseppe sandal

She suckin' my dick in front of the kids while they watchin' Disney Channel

And I was like, "Mama, are you glad that you ain't abort me?"

I was like, "Mama, are you glad you ain't ate the Plan B?"

Your son a millionaire and he provided for his family

And tell my ex-bitch to stop tryna replace me

[Outro]

So like, to all my fans and shit, the reason I ain't been postin' on Instagram and shit

'Cause I just got the um, permanent diamonds

Twenty wall, twenty bands

I gotta let go, naw, yeah, ho

I don't want no bougie bitch

I just want a lame ho

She was like, "Where the fuck did you go?"

I was like, "Dang, ho"

I went to Johnny Dang's though