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

Count up that money we sexing in Never knew I'd do you so right Never knew it was worth the sacrifice Never felt this feeling so fast But fucking around with me is dangerous The lines are blurry now, this isn't lust But you like it (but you like it) And

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed Trade my Honda to a Bentley Now these fuckboys wanna end me Ammunition, I got

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

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

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?

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

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

Oh, like we in a hurry No, no I won't tell nobody You're on your level too Tryna do what lovers do It's not good enough for me, since I been with you I'm gonna sip on this drink, when I'm fucked up I should know how to pick up I'm gonna catch the rhythm