(Wheezy Beats)

Nigga, have you ever dreamed?
I was the man and you a thing
One and two
Anytime I get mad, I can goodbye to you
Goddamn, who the hell let rats in the house?
King of lions, who let these cats run out of the house?
Houston, Texas when I'm on land, I lean back like a couch
I'm not playin', I want it bad, call shots like a spouse
We roll that kushy up, we eat that pussy though
Suck it 'til you're throwin' up, my Phantom grey, no hound
I lost a Lear, no bucks, still waitin' on that Bentley truck
Stop playin', lil' bitty boy, you a dub
He ain't YSL, nigga, he ain't in the hut
I might stop by and let that lil' bitch lush
I pull up and chop at your cousin, your bus
Lil' nigga, you know what it was
You know what it is, you know what it does
I'm makin' your old lady shake it
She suckin' too slow, I'm impatient
My diamonds so wet like they bathing
Don't know where to go, I'm amazin'

What's amazin'? I don't know
What's amazin'? I don't know
What's amazin'? I don't know
What's amazin'? (Amazing is a grateful thing)
I might accept your apology
Make you throw L's up if you ain't followin'
I am a beast, your life I will be swallowin'
And I've been drinkin', I need to bottle this

Man, I'm so tired of these niggas
Man, I am so tired of these bitches
I'm so magnificent, studio workin'
I'm wearin' a top like I'm pimpin'
Your bitch want my milk
I'm sittin' at the top lookin' down at these wimps
These hoes just roll me a blunt
And you know that they stuff it, it cannot be imps
I never had cutlass and donks
I based up my bankroll then based out my trunk
I might fuck that lil' bitch in the mornin'
I might put her out and call Tyrone
Snoop Dogg, I might gon' and bone
I'm big ballin', bitch put me inside the dome
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (the tight way)
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (the right way)
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (the scary sight way)
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (the goodnight way)
Take some sand to the beach
Party with a couple foreign freaks
Kim K lookin' ho, Yeezy
Florida livin' nigga, Pork N Beans

Yeah, and I'ma ride this bitch tonight
And I just might ride this bitch tonight
Pork N Beans where you at baby?
Pork N Beans where you at baby?

Brown sugar on that bitch
Pull up with a ho and she know I'm ready to
Bust her, pay her, leave her, fuck her
I don't wait up, hold up, let me check my mail
He broke, he servin' his squad with a scale
I make it rain, I hope all is well
I pull off deep like what in the hell?
Ho give all my niggas some bails
Wait I'ma lay down 'fore I'll tell
Pull up in old school Chevelles
I don't save pictures, they might get revealed
How many times have I asked are you well?
How many times have I popped a Perc' pill?
How many homies at home on the bail?
How many times have I told you you shall?
How many meals have I ate until I burp?
Droppin' the top on the Mulsanne, ain't no hard top on Hertz
Hey, I worked so hard to get out that dirt
Hey, I was thinkin' that this shit not that work

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Writer(s): Albert Mckay, Allee Willis, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Maurice White, Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax, Wesley Tyler Glass