I am not paying no motherfucking retail for Purple Label this Summer

Folarin

Ambition

[Verse 1]

Two white cups and I got that drank

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Redbox flow and I do not date

Real G shit I don't use no cape

I get my cake; I love hip hop

J Cole, Don Trip, Drake, Big Sean

Nigga wanna act we can get improv

Bread on me that's a garlic knot

Tats out and my hair long

Loud shit, Weird noise

Like B.o.B., Got airplanes

Not one J got a pair or more

Folarin bitch releast nigga in this ho

Shoutout to them niggas who still fuck with me at Interscope

My ambition to blow

This is why I'm in this fo

Women at my pole

This is oh so much like getting votes

I make her kitten moist

This is why her nigga mad

I just give her bigger O's

He just get her bigger bags

I'm an asshole, so what my bitches like it?

I'm why she get excited

You why she buy devices

Tightest writer to write, dopest flower to quote it

I'm zonin; I'm out Seattle with Little Cheyenne and Tony, What up?

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

I be one and done'ing hoes like Crawford at Michigan

Realest nigga told you that, Chloe love me more than rap

Bitch I got that Kobe game, bitch you got that Kobe rap

DMV we on the map, it's over for these corny niggas

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

I'm on one, we on weed but she on E

She so fly, she so fine, but she so shy but I'm a don see?

No car key and I mean that

Cause I show fur, no bikini wax

My Moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch I never need a match

Undefeated GS and a t-shirt and my Leaders hat

Change of scenery, I'm Al Pacino Willy Beaman yeah

Turned into a shark and I got that from all this DC crabs

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, I ain't speaking bout that CD player

But shout to that OVO, shout out to the whole T.O

Shout YMCMB, MMG we run the globe

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

And I done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

A neutral mover, truly cool with a bunch of crews

Better keep a shooter, there's always one with something to prove

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Keep wifey in La Perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

Always keep a goalie on on me, I ain't for that Maury talk

A 40 of that OE, Casey Veggie my homie

Out in LA Im fakin' hitting switches

This ain't mine, it's Ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

I swear I love my music, I truthfully hate this business

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

Intuitively and gifted, to a T, this is Lipton

Hallucinating from Rufilin, now who you saying is iller?

Nigga, I got that Dilla, Premo, Swizzy flow

Women front, they get its cold

She never play no games with me so I never get her Coach

I'm supposed boast, this lyrical overdose

Niggas George Foreman grillin', shit I spit that rope-a-dope

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

White boys gon set the mood, yeah, that's word to Hall & Oates

And it's still fuck everybody

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

That yellow bitch, a lot of face, she that emoticon

Got a bunch of haters, plus I got more to count

My homie got a Little Mac, shit don't get your soda popped

I don't really know a lot, but I hope these people know my heart

My Nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only Nomo got

こんにちは, shadow chain and decent watch

If I'm getting geetchi I can rock three chains on either block

DC maybe PG MMG shit please do understand it

The only team more powerful? Sasha and Malia family

Malia family, We the family

Give these bitches my seed, swear they don't need a nanny

Won't see me in the Phantom til a nigga see a Grammy

[Repeated Outro: Wale Over Hook from Original Song]

Ambition, pardon my ambition