作词 : STEVENSON, MICHAEL/JACKSON, JESS/WANE, KEY/SMITH, TREV One shot, bomboclat B*tches jumping on my dick, hopping like it’s hopscotch Booty pop, my b*tch don’t wear that she prolly ass shots I don’t give a f*ck, I f*ck em all till they pussy ouch Potty mouth, oochie wally, bang, bang then I’m out Once u-f*cking-pon a time, had your b*tch inside my house Cooking grits and riding dick Swear she the best chef around Pop that pussy, now let me see you doo doo brown I wanna rock, I wanna rock Tell these b*tch n*ggas it’s they time of the month, time of the month N*ggas want beef but I eat that sh*t, eat eat everything well done I’m so far in the clouds I can barely hear All that sh*t you rocking, boy that was last year GOAT’s here, n*ggas steer my style like a stop deer Pump fear To you b*tches heart, Suge without the beard Man, all these new n*ggas weird They all lining up to come and see the last king I get money, I make money I take money, them b*tches want it from me ‘cause I’m I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better Two, two more shots, then I’m out I’m a motherf*cker and I got a potty mouth I’m ‘bout whatever man, I’m ‘bout whatever man I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better Man, I f*cked your dime and now she’s mine 2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm She put on a n*gga and make a grown man cry Feeling bullsh*t, I don’t pay you no mind But what’s your sign? Gemini? Scorpio, let me f*ck from behind However you want it, baby Light the blunts, blunts and close your eyes Real n*gga doe, real n*gga doe Got a freak b*tch in the DB9, put me on doe Came in the door, kicked in the door Waiving the .44, put one, one in your blowhole Man, you’re paper thin, you need to take some notes N*ggas steal my lines and say they don’t, there go another new quote I’m fresh off the boat, n*gga let’s toast Young Money real, y’all sh*t just a hoax Made a fairytale, busy on a float Why would I lie? Forever under oath, I’m So f*cking frustrated with your lady Get a flight, I send her home Man my love is oh so tainted If you fine you might get diamonds, if you a five you might get nothing I’m on my monsters, they from a moshpit R-r-r-rock you like Nirvana Man I be off Patron like it’s a holiday F*cking with them finer things, pull up on your b*tch and say I get money, I make money I take money, them b*tches want it from me ‘cause I’m I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better Two, two more shots, then I’m out I’m a motherf*cker and I got a potty mouth I’m ‘bout whatever man, I’m ‘bout whatever man I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better Man, I f*cked your dime Still in my prime Young D, I’m freshest n*gga on the line Better man up, it’s about to go down Leave you with jaw-dropped, face on the ground Let the rain fill the moats ‘round my kingdom Carved in the cement, star, pledge allegiance I’ma let you leave ‘em screaming Dreaming just to get by Girl you so fly, why you so high? Two more shots, then I’m out I’m a motherf*cking potty mouth I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better All bad b*tches in my house I’m a motherf*cker, f*ck her then I kick her out I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better Cannibal, I eat you raw meat I’m raw with beats So scavenger with it, n*gga look like Jaws with feet You don’t want it, b*tch Y’all n*ggas know I get gully, what you want? Listen close, y’all don’t hear how the beat get ugly when a motherf*cker come through? Excuse me b*tch Please let me kill it just a little bit and let a n*gga do what he do Movie sh*t, that tec make a n*ggas wanna vomit spit You n*ggas already knew She keep on fronting n*ggas, then I’m lighting up another city Got her fighting ‘til they get to biting, they we getting gritty See the time and now a n*gga climbing up another milli Then we shining till a n*gga blind them, up until it kills me Forth and back and my dying is a n*gga ‘til it pulls up on the track Then I’ma die sixty n*ggas ‘til we pop off like we in the wild west When I finished giving you the crack pipe If you knew I’m in route to the crib just to park the Bugatti at the house Sin big and one of my b*tches really turn her out now Still everyone know I got a potty mouth now Sh*t they got me doing it again Back to bodying things and lots of screwing other women You can never stop the sh*t that I’m doing And the way that we moving Get it popping, never stopping, kill ‘em in the end now And I’ma get ‘em to the point when I got ‘em all open, handling my business with ‘em ha! Trust me you don’t wanna start cause you know it’s torture! Every single minute til I finish with ‘em And I knock sh*t down Every time I come and then I lock sh*t down ‘Til I come up place n*ggas better drop that crown Ever here, ‘fore I pop you clowns And I go erase n*ggas!