Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive What's your name again, nobody knows it Don't speak to me nigga, you not a pro, and I'm focused They say I'm nutty, I'm pick a basket I'm short of a sandwich with peanut butter But Swype is a faggot, he's coming get me Said I suck him at your neck, like a hickey boy and sickly Like a HIV victim, ain't nobody fucking with me I got a man from New Zealand, why'd he call me a demon? And a terrorist, god damn it, I couldn't believe it Been a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber But you fucked up as a parent, your child, I was a nigger I clearly don't give a fuck, so you can run that shit back And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your snapchat Cherry Bomb the greatest fucking album since the days of Sound And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never around Damn, got to drop, gas up, dick exhaust Young T, can't quit, hard to beat, dick is soft He ain't lying, he the truth, call him Simba Beast is loose, Tyler the creator, sweat the Jesus juice Put that fucking cow on my level, cause I'm raising the stakes Mama made you a promise, there's no more Section 8 And what we ate was the stakes, now our section is great Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas passing my plate Why, why, why, why don't they like me? Cause Nike gave a lot of niggas checks, but I'm the only nigga to ever check Nike Richer than white people with black kids, scarier than black people with ideas Nobody can tell me where I'm heading, but I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding They say I'm crazy, but that's the best thing going for me You can't lynch Marshawn or Tom Brady throwing to me I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of them I believe you like a fat trainer taking a bite of something I want to turn the tanks to playgrounds, I dreamt of Tupac, he asked me, are you still down? Yeah, my nigga, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on I know they told they white daughters, don't bring home Jerome I am the free nigga archetype, I am the light and the beacon You can ask the deacon, it's funny when you get extra money Every joke you tell just be extra funny I mean, you can even dress extra bummy Cocaine, bathroom break, no, it's extra rummy And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me Oxford on a full-blown lecture from me And the Lexus pull up, like, hop, hop, hop, like, what's up? Step back, hold up, my nigga, you suck, hold up Sky I studied the proportions, the motions running out of Autobahn Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was texting God He said, I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard Go hard Two, three, four Hold your fuckin' horses Niggas really fuckin' thought that he lost it Like I bet it at an auction, been exhausted I've been working while y'all still in growth Smoke like broken exhaust tips, fuckin' losers Hold your fuckin' ponies, my homie I whip your donkey by my lonely, I eat pussy like shawty, yeah It's Tunchi, homie, master of ceremonies I knock him down, diamond, no effect, no pepperoni, I swear It's them golf balls, like them hot balls To the nine, nine and two thousand But it's the two thou and the one four and the one five Yo, what up, Wang? What up, Slime? Nigga, go hard Yeah, I'ma go hard like before Kane Got too much, drive me like ten lanes Life is a brawl, then she get brain That's that roll head, it's a dream call Got a full tank of that same, yeah, I was born That's that one, nine, nine, one Another nigga like I, you won't find one Cause nigga, I'm a god, a divine one My trigger finger wise, but my nine dumb Middle finger blind, so it's fuck A and Y one Fuck skate and die, son, a hundred ways to die, son I'm starin' at a trampoline, make my eye jump Use Adderall like a lung, clock swape my high up Stakes are high, well done in prime, cut Eat up, I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come She got hair like Sinene and eyes like Wanda, oh my goodness Rainin' bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy, buddy Yeah, we hittin' models like Tony Park, I be hittin' bottles Bitch, I'm goin' harder than Yellow Cabbie, stoppin' for Lionel Black ass, nigga They be duckin' us, nigga, shout out to Donald Sterling Boilers, hit a scrimmage and cut some niggas I bring the clippers and a couple owners That's kinda German, you bring the nooses And a couple trees where the money growin', get bodies burnin' Cause I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper, a Jew in Birming With some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham My new music's all over the street like Eric Sermon Woods, fuck us, maybe we should team up Anti-golf boys, cause I don't fuck with me either I'm a liar, I'm a faggot, uh Son, you need Jesus, but I heard he left Sunset To go on tour with Yeezus, well I'm prayin' for the new Yeezus And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef Like zucchini, I know It ain't game, nor fame, nor tame All lame, not strange We all a faggot, it's golf, Wang