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

Out of my head Please, get out of my, out of my, out of my head I'm out of my, out of my head Out of my head, out of my head You fuck me up like this Please, get out of my, out of my, out of my Need you, need you, need you out You got me doin' all this

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

Some girls start crying, some girliez run away I'm like 'huh what the fuck man okay' Just relax yourself baby, its gonna be okay It's not my fault I was born dis way I'm an african come on girl you know whats up This big motherfuckin dick is whats up

Caught up in this fucking rat trap (666) First the front then the backstab Keep trying to fuck me Now look you make me change to be ugly Me, I tell it like it is Mamma said baby you should never tell a fib Used to think you the fucking shit Not a friend,

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

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

This your favorite song And it's all Please tell me what you think happened Like this time, fuck it I woke up to like ninety-nine missed calls That's like ninety-nine people I probably pissed off Like damn, nigga, I was on a jail call Damn, niggas make

(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

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