[Chorus: Future]

I’ll shoot a nigga in some Cee-Lo

I’ll put your wifey in a trio

And I can’t lie, it stroked my ego

And they done got me back in beast mode

I got some shooters and they ain’t single

I’m out the country in my T-coat

And these bitches don’t speak no Englo

All they wanna know is the lingo

[Verse 1: Future]

In the Matrix all like I’m Neo

I make movies like Al Pacino

I can wrap a girl like burritos

I go hella hard for them c-notes

They ain’t never seen what we did, nigga

You can’t get fingerprints off these triggers

I’m a guapaholic, I’m money-drunk

Death-defying, I’m livin’ like Avatar

I done went to another planet

See my pockets they on gigantic

I take off like a rocket in Paris

I fuck bitches that don’t mind sharin’

[Chorus: Future]

I’ll shoot a nigga in some Cee-Lo

I’ll put your wifey in a trio

And I can’t lie, it stroked my ego

And they done got me back in beast mode

I got some shooters and they ain’t single

I’m out the country in my T-coat

And these bitches don’t speak no Englo

All they wanna know is the lingo

[Verse 2: Wale]

They say Wale dope

They gon’ say what they say, never to my face, no

And I’m runnin’ out of space to put all of my favorite clothes

Took a nigga’s favorite shoes – took a nigga’s favorite store

I call the folk that made ‘em, foreign

These ladies trippin’ …

‘Cause I buck a lot but I don’t be datin’ none of ‘em

And I roll with niggas, go-to niggas, know they ain’t as friendly

And all my pieces wide receivers they all eighty somethin’

Wale, though…

And I make your ladies do my say-so

I’m just a nigga on the grind tryna make moves

Shine like a G, though

Rhyme bully, my mob goodie, shout-out to Cee-Lo

[Chorus: Future]

I’ll shoot a nigga in some Cee-Lo

I’ll put your wifey in a trio

And I can’t lie, it stroked my ego

And they done got me back in beast mode

I got some shooters and they ain’t single

I’m out the country in my T-coat

And these bitches don’t speak no Englo

All they wanna know is the lingo

[Verse 3: Ludacris]

Okay, my name is Ludacris and beast mode is what I’m known for

I’m what they need to get Barack Obama on the phone for

Illegal alien – workin’ like a Mexican

Bought a Bugatti and joined forces with the Decepticons

Got so many styles that I don’t even know what I’mma do

But I be killin’ every verse

Make it worth your while, Cadillac style

But I’ll put your favorite rapper in a hearse

Throw him in the grave and write “pussy” on his tombstone

Kidnap his family, make ‘em listen to this new song

DJ Screamin’- partners triple-beamin’

Eight-figure nigga, bitches fightin’ for my semen

Sparta, 300, Leonidas to you fuck boys

Shootin’ three dice with three dykes – what’s good, boys?