Standing On a Corner - The Game/B.o.B/Wiz Khalifa (维兹·卡利法)

Big blunts in the air air

I don't even care care

Spilling ace of spades on my all white airs airs

Stunting in my j's j's

I got every pair they put out since '85

'Cause a n**ga 'bout his gear

Hoes all up in my ear 'cause I'm stylin'

Try to go bottle for bottle with us

Can't do it money we running through us

So competition throw the towel in

We over here

With fireworks up in the air

B**ches with good hair 'cause you know we about to spark

Bobby Ray just walked in Wiz about to park

The party 'bout to start jewelry glowing in the dark

We got all this b**ches wet

Is cally beggins from the arc

And you know your boy is sharp 'cause she in my bed

I tell her take her clothes off and open her legs

And keep them louboutins on when she giving head

'Cause you already know my favorite colour red

I'm getting bread while I'm

Standing on the corner

Washing my low low

I got my dime in the crib I'm in my polo

Soon as your boy hit the streets you know that I'm clean

So fresh and so clean Outcast know what I mean

I throw that Andre 3000 one in the changer

And I don't ride through

The hood with out one in the chamber

You know I used to be broke but

What

And now n**ga I'm getting it

And now n**ga I'm getting it

As I roll up up I sit back and laugh in amazement

As how this all started in the bottom of a basement

Back when I got started n**ga saying your sh*t is basic

Now when you mention me you must say grammy nominated

All these haters drunk of hate they basically wasted

Call a cab for these n**gas 'cause they ain't gonna make it

Can somebody please tell me just where Bobby Ray is

Well he's probably faded probably in a spaceship

Probably outside of his mind 'cause you know he crazy

But I kind of dig his style it's pretty contagious

Man them probably doing him all kind of favors

I mean it's gotta be absolutely outrageous

Well I couldn't tell you what it is

More people tell me that they down

Down low the bigger that I get

But I just keep doing my thang cruise

Control in my own lane

And let these s**kers complain

I'm standing on the corner watching the world go

I got my dime in the crib rolling up that dojo

Soon as your boy hit the stage you know

That they screaming

It's that pandemonium if you know what I mean

I throw that eastside up aompton to decatur

And on the westside I hit the homie aame up

I used to be unknown

But

Ah

Now n**gas is listening now n**gas is listenin'

Big j money talk big joint to spark

These Jordans on my feet that's how big money walk

Shawty give me head like she don't need body parts

Running my city like the King of New York

Poppin' champagne hit him with the cork

Eating so good n**ga need a fork

And I ball hard n**ga need a court

The way little mama give me brain

I swear she must have been a dork

Duhhhhh

You know me I keep one rolled up

Smoking with my b**ch from overseas where my Porsche from

And these hating n**gas get no love

I be rolling w**d getting rich f**king they b**ch

Letting you spend all of your m sending her on trips

I meet her there you know

'Cause you smell the w**d in her hair

You worried 'bout me keeping it player instead you failed

Treated her fair don't need to look she in the air

Standing on the corner talking that sh*t

You ain't really saying nothing just hating on pimpin

Every time I'm in my car I'm smoking that green

Even though this real life it's like a movie scene

I ain't in the club

If I don't blaze up

It don't matter where I go I'm throwing my gang up

Nobody used to know me but

But

Now a n**ga famous now a n**ga famous