Captain

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh (Hahaha!) Holy shit Yeah [Verse 1] The phenomenon Rawest nigga out, God damn, I forgot to put a condom on The fall of Troy was contained in the horse They wanna know what's on my head, a couple bands like I'm LeBron Money is the motivation But you would never catch me paper-chasing, I make it run for me Like your nose in the winter, they switch up like Jenner And wonder why they getting none from me Still that same kid playing Yu-Gi-Oh! Y'all be on some Amber Rose, finger in the booty hole Ball so hard, yeah, I met niggas like you before Bet you still coming up short for that Rudy role Push 'em back like cuticles, my cue to go Kousteau, want a Hublot a few below Te gusto my new flow, your funeral Open casket, a bastard like Rufio [Pre-Chorus 1] Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus] I'm that motherfuckin' captain (Captain!) I be snapping like a bitch (Bitch!) I want pennies for my thoughts Until I'm motherfuckin' rich ('Til I'm motherfuckin' rich) Had that Nelly "Country Grammar" (Yeah) Used to bump that Ludacris I probably forgot the words But all them songs are still my shit, shit, shit, shit [Verse 2] Nostalgia, don't let it falter (Uh) Do what you love, wedding ring at the alter Write my own destiny, I am the author My momma swear that I looked like my father My momma called me to tell me to call her Damn, she know that I hate it She doesn't cuss, but I work on these placements 'Cause I wanna hear her say, "Nigga, we made it!" ("Nigga, we made it!", haha) [Pre-Chorus 2] Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah (Yeah, cap, cap, cap) Yeah, woo! (Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap) [Chorus] I'm that motherfuckin' captain I be snapping like a bitch (Bitch) I want pennies for my thoughts Until I'm motherfuckin' rich ('Til I'm motherfuckin' rich) Had that Nelly "Country Grammar" (Yeah) Used to bump that Ludacris I probably forgot the words But all them songs are still my shit, shit, shit, shit [Verse 3] "Cheerio", when I get to London "Bonjour", when I get to France Got these hoes on my voicemail, got these labels on my email Like, "Hit me back when you get a chance" Nah, nigga, fuck your advance What's a milli' off rip? Rather own my own shit I'm a semi with a grip, never fire off hip Umpire with the— uh, Mark McGwire when I hit, yeah! [Pre-Chorus 3] Yeah, umpire (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Umpire with the— uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Umpire with the— uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Mark McGwire when I hit, yeah [Chorus] I'm that motherfuckin' captain (Captain!) I be snapping like a bitch (Bitch!) I want pennies for my thoughts Until I'm motherfuckin' rich ('Til I'm motherfuckin' rich) Had that Nelly "Country Grammar" (Yeah) Used to bump that Ludacris I probably forgot the words But all them songs are still my shit, shit, shit, shit (Ayy, ayy)