Ay I gotta talk to just the two of you

Let's start a band, I can manage you and you

Take a fee percentage like a 22

And you can bet that when we through everybody screw with you

Don't mean pipin' that, hypin' that, they'll be typin' that

M2M, they in demand, you bet I'd bet my life on that

You from Norway that's a doorway to be writin' back

Superstar's Sunkist, I just want a Slice of rap

Sign the dotted line, bodied the body of time

Copy no sloppy sucka's, a coffee and Smuckers is fine

Cluckin' on lucky fuckers, we cuttin' the blubber and find

You a brand, read the line, never undermine

In public it's undefined, but understand

You won't pop Molly, you don't cop Xan

And you take the trolley only where the paps stand

You got bodied in Armani by the top man

No retention, extension the brand honest

If Jesus sells, what the hell, you could be a goddess

Quan the man with branding I got Rich Homie diamonds

Know we're going in that's a Rich Homie promise

Rich Homie tonic, Rich Homie cellos

Sippin' cocoa, Rich Homie marshmallows

Rich Homie ring but your bitch know me well though

They ain't listening, world tour, leggo bail, mo

You got a double-header, better cheddar

So you better serve words like you were Roger Federer

Blur to the next curve, Jersey to western

Turn to the lectern servin' your best burn

Braced for combat you got hitters with clips

Sign a contract now you in a HitClip

No MP3 sent to me, shit shit like that meant you rentin' free

The Pentium lendin' 3, slow tension your destiny

On top pop bottles, buzzin' is worthless

Return to Bloomingdale's, 200 proof of purchase

Got work this week, sent your chore boy

Backseat of the limo rippin' chore boys

Copper on the floor mat, stringy stringin' on that

Watch your step, momma's back, you been on crack

Nothin' wrong that, long as you stay on track

Longer than your honor sat, honor she was gonna rat

Platinum gat cappin' foes, ain't clappin' for gold

Pray you get sober before you get old

RIAA 12 steps then you go low

Got a day rate, candy paint; pay in Rolos

Love a new avenue if it's havin' you

Got back up, you packin' for 2, act up you lackin' a rule

Practically actin' a fool, spat in the face above you

Dirties gonna Dove a scrubber, all these lovers lovin' you