Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (yeah), ok, ok Louis V shades, no ray-bans Hit the strip club, make it rain dance Condo in MIA, go there just to bump M.I.A Only hit the club if a nigga gettin paid Kickin hoes out the section, Kanye Tell a fuck nigga don't bring the drama my way Cause we got rugers N uzis and then i spray it like mace Word on the street is your bitch want a taste Sorry, not sorry, lil bitch i'm taken, taking it day to day Smoke on heavyweight, every day I feel like i' a jaimaican I tell my baby to sit back, spend racks I'm finna bring home the bacon Covered in money just like a mason And i ain't have to give my soul to satan On the supermoto i'm racin, racin Cuttin niggas off like raiden Remember writin raps in my basement, basement Thank god that a nigga made it All these other niggas too basic And all these bitches that be going whit em too tasteless She only with you cause she couldn't get me I'm chocolate chip, you oatmeal raisin Louis V shades, no ray-bans Hit the strip club, make it rain dance Condo in MIA, go there just to bump M.I.A. Only hit the club if a nigga gettin paid Kicking hoed out the section, Kanye Tell a fuck nigga don't bring the drama my way Cause we got rugers N uzis, and then i spray it like mace