(Wheezy Beats) Nigga, have you ever dreamed? I was the man and you a thing One and two Anytime I get mad, I can goodbye to you Goddamn, who the hell let rats in the house? King of lions, who let these cats run out of the house? Houston, Texas when I'm on land, I lean back like a couch I'm not playin', I want it bad, call shots like a spouse We roll that kushy up, we eat that pussy though Suck it 'til you're throwin' up, my Phantom grey, no hound I lost a Lear, no bucks, still waitin' on that Bentley truck Stop playin', lil' bitty boy, you a dub He ain't YSL, nigga, he ain't in the hut I might stop by and let that lil' bitch lush I pull up and chop at your cousin, your bus Lil' nigga, you know what it was You know what it is, you know what it does I'm makin' your old lady shake it She suckin' too slow, I'm impatient My diamonds so wet like they bathing Don't know where to go, I'm amazin' What's amazin'? I don't know What's amazin'? I don't know What's amazin'? I don't know What's amazin'? (Amazing is a grateful thing) I might accept your apology Make you throw L's up if you ain't followin' I am a beast, your life I will be swallowin' And I've been drinkin', I need to bottle this Man, I'm so tired of these niggas Man, I am so tired of these bitches I'm so magnificent, studio workin' I'm wearin' a top like I'm pimpin' Your bitch want my milk I'm sittin' at the top lookin' down at these wimps These hoes just roll me a blunt And you know that they stuff it, it cannot be imps I never had cutlass and donks I based up my bankroll then based out my trunk I might fuck that lil' bitch in the mornin' I might put her out and call Tyrone Snoop Dogg, I might gon' and bone I'm big ballin', bitch put me inside the dome I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (the tight way) I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (the right way) I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (the scary sight way) I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (the goodnight way) Take some sand to the beach Party with a couple foreign freaks Kim K lookin' ho, Yeezy Florida livin' nigga, Pork N Beans Yeah, and I'ma ride this bitch tonight And I just might ride this bitch tonight Pork N Beans where you at baby? Pork N Beans where you at baby? Brown sugar on that bitch Pull up with a ho and she know I'm ready to Bust her, pay her, leave her, fuck her I don't wait up, hold up, let me check my mail He broke, he servin' his squad with a scale I make it rain, I hope all is well I pull off deep like what in the hell? Ho give all my niggas some bails Wait I'ma lay down 'fore I'll tell Pull up in old school Chevelles I don't save pictures, they might get revealed How many times have I asked are you well? How many times have I popped a Perc' pill? How many homies at home on the bail? How many times have I told you you shall? How many meals have I ate until I burp? Droppin' the top on the Mulsanne, ain't no hard top on Hertz Hey, I worked so hard to get out that dirt Hey, I was thinkin' that this shit not that work