Somewhereinamerica

Uh, see what you made me do?

Shout out to old Jews and old rules

New blacks with new stacks

I already been the king

Retro act, I'm just bringin' it back like Jordan Packs

New money, they lookin' down on me

Blue bloods, they tryin' to clown on me

You can turn up your nose, high society

Never gone turn down the homie

Knock, knock, I'm at your neighbor house

Straight cash, I bought ya neighbor out

You should come to the housewarmin'

Come and see what your new neighbor 'bout

Yellow Lambo in the driveway

A buck thirty-five, I'm on the highway

Frank Sinatra on my Sonos

Loud as fuck, I did it my way

A million sold before the album dropped

White Lexus before I had a deal

Ask Bun B about me

This ain't no snap back, a **** been trill

By the way, fuck your mag

You ain't gotta count it, my ****, I can add

One million, two million, three million, twenty million

Oh, I'm so good at math

Might crash ya Internet

And I ain't even into that

When I was talkin' Instagram

Last thing you wanted was your picture snapped

Feds still lurkin'

They see I'm still puttin' work in

'Cause somewhereinamerica

Miley Cyrus is still twerkin'

Twerk, twerk

Twerk, twerk

Twerk, Miley, Miley, twerk

Twerk

Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley, twerk

Twerk

Yeah, uh-huh

Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley

Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh

Only in America, uh