Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (E.T. ARMADA)
Who, who, what the fuck
Painted nails in the paint
I don't do no lay-up
Bitch booty so big
I don't know where her waist stop
I'm a superstar bitch
Fuck a day job
Need my shit in all blue
Fuck a pay stub
Yeah, yeah
Where my money at
Yeah, yeah
Bitch
Yeah, yeah
Where my money at
Yeah, yeah
Bitch
Can't relate to your insecurities
Stop crying to me
Nothing feel like when you stand around me
Can't buy it from me
All natural
Hit 'em in his spine
Finish where she smile
You can't walk a mile
In my motherfuckin' skin
I'm a fucking reptile
I just copped a compound
Got no pool, so I'm pissed
If she don't love me than she better off lying to me
If I want the pussy, she cop a ticket and fly it to me
Yeah, yeah
Where my money at
Yeah, yeah (What the fuck)
Bitch
Yeah, yeah
Where my money at
Yeah, yeah
Bitch
Looking at me crazy
I'm the visionary
I don't really fuck with rats
So I don't go to Disney
Could care less if her sister ain't fucking with me
Imma flex on that bitch to the cemetery
I don't care what you say
I'm the tea you sippin'
I don't really ever see no fucking competition
Yeah, they ask why I'm so loud
Because I love the attention
I don't really think none of these little boys is impressive
Yeah, mama said be humble they don't hear you when you mumble
Always causin' trouble, daddy taught me to say fuck em
Even if I fumbled, got a couple more to juggle
This that confidence, nothing you say can pop my bubble
You some K.I.D's
I guess God finally blessin' me
I got allergies, sensitive
Touch me tenderly
At first they was blind
Now they could finally see
Told my bitch savor the moment, 'cause I'm a delicacy
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I got respect for my idols, yeah
Deep down I wanna bury 'em
This ain't no pop band, this a biker gang
I been at it since Weezy dropped Fireman
Yeah, I got respect for my idols, yeah
Deep down I wanna bury 'em
This ain't no pop band, this a biker gang
I been at it since Weezy dropped Fireman