[Verse 1 - Hit-Boy]

Yeah baby, I know ya see me

Yeah baby I know ya see me

If I told you where I just came from would you believe me?

Look at these kicks I'm in! So dressed for T.V.!

Dipped in pimp fashion, knees is so gator

Now peace to b-ball wives, ooo they so Draya

Well when I see that ass I had to OK her

Like I pressed accept on my old Sega

This is my mission, I got a vision

It's hittin' pretty bitches but staying up out the clinic clinic

Unless its the one that keep me high and keep me lifted

And the fact that I just spit that line is so twisted

Well I'll address that on another day, uh

I'm in the streets like yellow paint, uh

I'm cappin' women with my subtle Game

The way I make this music got me feeling like a younger Dre

They say I don't ad-lib enough, (what?)

But I do stack chips enough

So yeah, give me my Pringles and all of my Doritos

And I'm a rapper now, I guess I'll rhyme this shit for free though

Seemed like the right thing to do

All these niggas music give me Deja-Vu

I am all about my C.R.E.A.M. like Reakwon [?]

Rapping over my own shit I guess I'm Ye' times two

These niggas talking on the internet

Instead of talking to hoes tryna get some sex

Niggas blowing up my twitter like I'm finna sweat

I can only afford my denim with your biggest check, nigga!

And that's true, these are no trues

Up in Balmain Paris like "Merci Beaucoup"!

And I'm putting bitches to bed like a curfew

But three-ways get boring right after your first few

Marvin Gaye ass niggas talk through the grapevine

Step over [?], loose like I'm A.I

I am [?], need a preacher and a pastor

And a prayer to [ ? ], ya fucking haters!

Why I rep the IE so much? Thats like asking a fat girl why she eat so much

My nigga I just do it, in my Nikes and I'm zoomin'

And you know I spit that fluid, and my beats they stay booming

She wants implants and marriage or some breasts and a ring

I just take her to Roscoe's to get a breast and a wing

Today we number nine-ing, and uh, we just vibe

And the music got me this watch, it was all in good time

And I remember waiting all in line

Now my favorite artist ask me can I make time

Labels offering me a label, so I make sign

I be asking for 10 mil., but I'll take 9! Haaaa!

Yeah, HS87, Surf Club, it's the Reverend, Young Hit

I just felt like rappin'. Real quick snap off

Fuckin' around, fuckin' around, cause you niggas know how I get down

Haa!