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作曲 : Pooh Beatz/Museekal
Yeah
D.A. got that dopǝ!
Go
You already know (You already)
My protocol (Oh)
I wouldn't say they greedy, but they come back for more (More)
Superstar status, baby, hold the applause (Yeah, superstar status)
My life a movie, baby, you're in this episode (Ohh)
Yo, dressed down in this bıtch, woah
Takin' bad bıtches home wit' me (Ooh)
Give a damn about receipts, oh (Ooh)
Spend it all, watch it blow away
Take a dose, don't misuse it
Pop fifteen, make her dreams come true (Ayy)
All my cash come blue
Shine on these nıggas like we always do (Ooh)
(Hah)
I done seen rap nıggas (Yeah)
Come and dap nıggas (Yeah)
Turn they back on ya, now they wanna rap with ya (Damn)
Ten years in the race, I done overlapped nıggas (Pew)
Platinum in my ring, I done sold plaques, nıgga (Damn)
Takin' shots at a beast had to come attack nıggas (Hah)
Treat you like my son, I don't need a babysitter (Nope)
I reinvent the rhythm, nıggas wanna reconsider (Bah)
Fallin' in the bank, I'll be gone 'til November (Fume)
Take a famous bıtch, then I turn her to a sinner (Freak)
Bad bıtches only, tell them nıggas, "Do not enter" (Nope)
I pack pack, puttin' the bıtches in a sprinter (Yeah)
I switch flow, switch whip into Aventa' (Fume)
I eat this beat like a TV dinner (Uhm)
On your TV, don't fall asleep on a nıgga (Yeah)
I'm swimming in this money, R.I.P. Mac Miller (Damn)
And I'm loyal to my soul, I'm a Hometown Hero
Where ya bread at? (Bread at)
Where ya bread at? (Bread at)
Where ya crib? Where ya muhfuccin' bed at? (Bed at)
Is that your best friend (Best friend), can I smash that? (Smash that)
Where the smoke? Where the liquor? Where your nıggas at? (Nıggas at, woah)
Where ya bread at? (Bread at)
Where ya bread at? (Bread at)
Where ya crib? Where ya muhfuccin' bed at? (Bed at)
Is that your best friend, can I smash that? (Smash that)
Where the smoke? Where the liquor? Where your nıggas at? (Nıggas at)
I'm gettin' hella racks (Yeah)
Aye, aye, I'm throwin' racks on her muhfuccin' ratchet ass (Rack, rack, rack, rack it up, rack it up)
Aye, I ain't got no game, baby I just talk big facts (Big facts, big facts, aye, yeah, oh shıt )
Aye, throw some cheese in the corner, turn that bıtch to a hood rat (She a hood rat, she a hood rat)
I don't love 'em, I don't cuff 'em, I just fucc 'em, hope you cool with that
I hope you cool, baby, yeah (I hope you cool)
I don't love 'em, I don't cuff 'em, I just fucc 'em, hope you cool with that
You already know (You already)
My protocol (Oh)
I wouldn't say they greedy, but they come back for more (More)
Superstar status, baby, hold the applause (Yeah, superstar status)
My life a movie, baby, you're in this episode (Ohh)
Yo, dressed down in this bıtch, woah
Takin' bad bıtches home wit' me (Ooh)
Give a damn about receipts, oh (Ooh)
Spend it all, watch it blow away
Take a dose, don't misuse it
Pop fifteen, make her dreams come true (Ayy)
All my cash come blue
Shine on these nıggas like we always do (Ooh)