Well what do you know? It's, it's a statue You just look here That's That's only a petrified tree Why, it's a bronze statue And much more, Hans

Some of them supposed to go, some of them supposed to stay I ain't tryna ruin yours, I'm tryna make a way, yeah I be at the top, that's my favorite place That money gonna come, I don't gotta chase it Them bitches gonna come, I don't gotta chase em I'ma

That's what your love's like That's That's what your love, Your love's like breathing in the salty air Of summer on a private island just for me Your love's like the feeling I get When my favorite songs spinnin' in my head Keep it play playin' on repeat It's

No K, that's what I say when I don't really wanna Say that it's all right but it's all right (No, no, no) No K, that's what I tell you when I ain't just trynna Talk to you all night (No-oh) Can't get my money (No-oh) That's not okay (No-oh) And I'm one

Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight I make yo mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release, you lose teeth like Little Cease Nigga please Blood floods your dungarees And that's that's just a half of my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme

I've got a livin' that's rough, a future that's that's tough You know what I mean Blankers and boasters, all the bluffers and posers I'm not into that scene You can tell me that I got no class Look around, you'll see who's laughin' last Don't give me speeches

Now your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan So she gon' call her friends, now that's that's a plan I just ordered sushi from Japan She say she's too young, don't want no man Can't tell her nothing, no She said she too young, don't want no man Drop top, how we

That's right y'all Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get out your seats, and let's get ill Party people Get out your seats And let's get ill

Goin' back home, get my old gal soon I got a map to the highway, baby Movin' on down the line You a high-priced chick, and I got to let you go I love you, baby, you think I good price Yeah, baby, I got to let you go That's That's why I am goin' back home, get

Alright, Gambino is a mastermind, fuck a bitch to pass the time Mass appeal, orange rind, smoke your green, I'm spendin' mine The beat is witches brew, but beware this shit is potent E.E. Cummin' on her face, now that's that's poetry in motion Yeah, Gambino