All we ever hear from you is blah blah blah So, all we ever do is go ya ya ya Ya ya ya ya Blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah And we don't even care about what they say 'cause it's And we don't even care about what they say ''cause it's

Are you there? You there? You there? Hello? You there? Ring ring (calling late night for ya) Are you there? (they gon' make up on ya) Hello? (I am hopping on the way ya) Real talk, you got me going crazy No more late night Ubers, baby I'm not coming to

Man today's a good day Hey, ay-ye-ay-ye-ay 'Cause I'm rich, rich, rich, rich Walking down the street and I just copped a big booty bitch And these diamonds on my wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist 'Cause I'm rich Today I don't have any haters 'Cause I

Well come on back and try to get some today Well somebody's gonna do it again Gonna make me turn against all of my friends So you better have something damn worthy to say Who told ya, who told ya They're growing dope everywhere around the block Somebody

Your bullshit come off of that Someone tell these motherfuckers that Hop is back! I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it Now I’m ready to fuck the game up, nigga They can get it (They can get it) You can get it (You can get it) Y'all can get it

Turned into my worst phobia A crazy man's utopia If you're lost no one can show ya But it sure was glad to know ya Only poor boys take a chance On the garden's song and dance Feel her flowers as they wrap around But only smart boys do without

I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana I'mma wipe my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y'all, ayy Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out

You in the club wit some some worldwide thugs Get high get low Thick girls go and shake ya big butt If they don't like it fuck it And wherever you see us we gon' kick it, its all love (now I) And wherever you see us we gon' kick it, its all love Now ma

Twenty four karat magic in the air Head to toe so player Put your pinky rings up to the moon Girls, what y'all trying to do? Oh they don't know? (Go on tell 'em) So many pretty girls around me and they waking up the rocket (keep up) Why you mad, fix ya

The angels laid him away Angels laid him away Laid him six feet under the clay Hey Mrs. Collins ain't it hard See young Louis in that old graveyard Mrs. Collins weep, Mrs. Collins moan What made her son Louis leave his home? Bob shot one, Louis shot two