Lyrics

[Intro] (Sonny rollin' grams of wax, yeah) [Verse 1: PnB Rock] She said "Rock, I love you", I said "Bitch, you think I'm stupid, huh?" Either that you been watchin' fairytale movies, huh I know you for two hours, this is a one-night stand Looking for a future, huh? Pfft, ain't the right man You just fucked the mood up with all them emotions Shawty, I just want you to suck my dick then bust it open for me She said "Then it's fucked up, PnB, you dead wrong" I said "Bitch, just shut up, let me fuck you with your heels on" Huh, started laughing, so I started laughing too She said "Goddamn, you so cute, I can't even get mad at you You so disrespectful, but I really love yo' attitude Think you having fun with me? Well, what you think 'bout havin' two?" Huh, I said "Hold up, yeah, now I know I'm high But from where I'm sittin', girl, that sound like a ménage" She grabbed the phone and said "Can I call Chanel here?" You woulda thought that I was Drake, I was sayin' "Hell yeah" Hell yeah, fuckin' right, alright I popped me a Perc 30, this gon' be a long night I say "Damn, bitch, I ain't know you was a dyke" She said "I don't usually do this, but I'm feelin' you tonight" Oh, yeah, let me pass it off to my brother You know we don't even cuff 'em, you know we don't even cuff 'em, yeah [Interlude 1: Kap G & PnB Rock] Uh, yeah, yeah (Ayy, skrrt-skrrt) Uh, uh, uh, yeah [Verse 2: Kap G & Kamaiyah] Coulda went and been a doctor Instead, I chose to be a author, ayy I can read 'em by their posture I was solo, needed foster, uh Draped in polo and Lacoste Han Solo with the chopper, yeah You could say them be my partners You could say that I'm the hardest, yeah Grew up listening to Ye to Wayne to Shawn Carter I'ma aim for it to make it rain harder I just make guala, make her hate harder I just take daughters like I'm Drake, 40 It was days I coulda make martyr Thank God I lived a day longer Worked for money way longer Yeah, these days I'm with KP Skateboard P, yeah, and Dre Collins Told your bitch I ain't with the FaceTiming Lot of people rockin' fake diamonds Lot of people, they be fake smilin' When behind your back, they be hatin' on you Told CEO, I was made for it Call Migos up, I'ma wait for it Call Nigo up, got a BAPE for us Go Chris Paul at Wake Forest Just wait for it, you dig? Uh, Kap Rollie all on my wrist Rollie all on my bitch, uh You already know how it is Shit, uh Kap G, yeah (Woo) [Interlude 2: Kamaiyah & Kap G] Uh (Woah) Uh (Woah) Uh (Ayy) Uh [Verse 3: Kamaiyah & Kap G] You don't know who I am, but I'm a fuckin' star And I don't come out unless I bring a entourage I been out on the scene, been stuntin' hard Lifestyles of the rich, this ain't no mirage Like Nicki Minaj said, I don't want no frauds East Coast, West Coast, we the coldest, bro You hoes being in the field gettin' no rewards You want real shit? I'm real, this ain't no facade Now I ain't talkin' slick, I don't know these broads They got they hands out, shit, I don't owe these broads Rip these niggas when we get 'em, we don't own these dogs We just sex some and next them, we ownin' all Called me up the next morning and my phone was off It's the hot girl, baby, I been known to floss Goin' hard on these fellas 'cause these hoes is soft Standin' under my umbrella, you'll be coldin' off The hot girl by nature with the coldest heart Say my name, say my name, I don't notice y'all Diamond bezel on my wrist with the golden charm And the money is all we get, it's what we focused on We got beef in the streets, y'all just folk your songs Y'all don't really want problems when that funk is on 'Cause if it goes down, it goes down, I throw these palms I'll slap a chick real quick 'til she knows she's wrong Goin' up against me, that's a hopeless cause You's a bum-ass bitch, you's a homeless broad In your homeless-ass panties and your homeless bra I put your ass on wax, these hoes is frauds Fuck your bum-ass hustle and your stolen cars Yo' ass is full of shit like your colon stalled I don't like you chicks, so I'm goin' off A newcomer in the game with the coldest start Now what the fuck y'all gon' do, 'cause I'm on ya next Like I'm standin' backstage, I'm on an X You can say what you want, but I pose a threat When you listening to this, I know you sweat Kickin' rhymes every line that you won't forget I buy my own champagne and my own baguettes This the new school style, we on and fresh Like a teacher at a school, I been known to test And Big Money be the team I been known to rep I got a nice round ass for my throne to rest A lot of stamina, I can have the longest sex And your man, he been a freak, he give the longest neck Y'all be arguing this shit while I'm at home in bed Readin' a book, lounging, the grown finesse The queen is all well, supreme the cartel Big Money be the team that get cream and we all sell Just in case y'all forgot, I'm a motherfuckin' blow this Just a little something to let y'all motherfuckers know, huh