Your new bitch gon' look up to me Your bitch gon' look up to me I love it when you look up to me This is the realest I've ever been, realest I've ever been I like to fuck with the lights on I like to fuck kinda violent Never fuck without a title I like

Paul, yo, um So I got your message, I wish you would answer the fuckin' phone No, I don't plan to reply to everybody who fuckin' says something fucked up about me But I will say this, I was reading some comments last night about, like What people are

Give it up fast, quick and not slow Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit QBC, nigga grab your click Got out the airport the Mobb pick me up in the truck Jury junkie like fuck I ain't scared to get

Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit

Are you telling me this is a sign? I'm not sure of what I see Cupid don't fuck with me! She's looking in my eyes, now I see no other guys Don't think about it, boy leave her alone Are you telling me this is a sign? (Oh!) She likes my tone, my cologne and

Walk up in this bitch said I need that (need that) Shawty caught my eyes said need that (need that) Let me get a feel, man I hope it feel real I’m the fuckin' real deal, bend over bitch you know the drill Don't stop, keep dirty dancing (dancing) I like

(We're higher than a motherfucker) Star ships were meant to fly Hands up and touch the sky Let's do this one more time Can't stop 'cause we’re so high Get on the floor, floor Like it's your last chance If you want more, more Then here I am

I fucked my way up to the top This is my show Go, baby, go (Go, go, go, go, go) This is my show (Go, go, go, go, go) Need you baby, like I breathe you, baby Lay me down tonight in my linen and curls Life is awesome, I confess What I do, I do best You got

Red Mercedes beam, it's a different type This shit so clean, I put that on my life With my niggas in my red Mercedes Attitude like fuck you, pay me Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out If the ladies show up, then we show out With my girl in my red

You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters Fuck, your beard's weird You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard We doin' this once Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?