Oh, fuck around and order more Oh, fuck around and order more, money Oh, baby we gon' order more, money Gon' throw it back, 'cause I got racks on the menu You ain't even gotta ask shawty, cash on the menu The way you drop and shake it fast, need that ass

First I drop my top aye, then I swerve my coupe aye Counting all these bands aye, who the fuck are you aye Why you walk so cool aye, thousand dollar shoes aye Hunnid on my jewels aye, I got all these groupies Brittney turned me to a slut Who the fuck are

Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (new socks) Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (skrt, skrt) I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (no thot) Never bring a freak to your spot (whoop, whoop) Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no

I never felt so alive Catch me, don't you For the first time Am I strong enough to lift, into a place that I can see Someone more important than me? Catch me, don't you, catch me, I've fallen in love For you I drop the tough guy shit On this bus I sit

Please don't cry, cry You're a cutie, you're beautiful Baby, beauty doesn't cry You been filled with tension, I been watchin' What I'm saying is you got it I don't know why you let them tear drops run out of your socket Lemme tell you why, why Beauty

Right now, right now Just like a heatwave If our bodies touched right now? How would you feel If we'd let our guards drop down? Maybe we could have it all Nothin' matters My mama told me, I won't be lonely How does it feel

Told y'all it was my year Good drank, big knots Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!) Drop top, no hot box 12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops Whips out, Kunta Kinte Diamonds clear like Bombay Taking babies, no Harambe Play with keys

They'll laugh as they watch us fall I want the truth! We're not droplets in the ocean The lucky don't care at all It's unnatural selection I'm hungry for some unrest Counter balance this commotion No chance for fate I wanna push it beyond the peaceful

I do it for HIP HOP... I do it for HIP HOP... I do it for HIP HOP... I do it for hip hop I don't do it for the cars and the fancy drops And I don't do it for the chains and the flashing rocks Now this is what they call poetry in motion My soul bleeds on

So am I still waiting For this world to stop hating Can't find a good reason Can't find hope to believe in So tell me what would you say I'd say its up, to me Drop dead a bullet to my head Your words are like a gun in hand You can't change the state of