Bang

Aye, I'm a baller baby, he ain't got no game

I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains

And I need a 'Super Freak' like Rick James

Clap that ass for me, baby make that shit bang

Bang, bang, make that shit bang

Bang, bang, make that shit bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Clap that ass for me, baby make that shit bang

Why so serious? I'm never fuckin' around

These Pigeons deadstock, they never touchin' the ground

Plane Jane Patek, i'm never bustin' it down

Flagrant as fuck, I'm never toning it down

Yeah, oh you big mad? Why you chasin' a chick that I been had?

Took your dream girl down, yeah I did that

Got some pop star bodies, been hit that, yeah

Believe me, my belt got notches

Safe full of diamonds, a couple nice watches

Made some mistakes and they think they can stop us

But Tiger plays golf and the whole world watches

Aye, I'm a baller baby, he ain't got no game (Winners win)

I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains

And I need a 'Super Freak' like Rick James

Clap that ass for me, baby make that shit bang

Bang, bang, make that shit bang

Bang, bang, make that shit bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Clap that ass for me, baby make that shit bang

Load it up, aim, shoot it up

Boot it up, strapped up, toot it up

It's game-time, put me in, I'm suited up

Bitch, I'm good enough, I don't need the love

'Heart Breaker' like Suzy, hotter than Jacuzzi

Make a bop open mouth like a scary movie (Ah)

I got ten cars, park 'em like Lil' Uzi (Yeah)

The proof's in the income, I ain't gotta prove it

She say she got a man, **** I ain't stupid

But the way you work that body, you gon' have to lose him

And that pussy good, show me how you use it

Step by step, baby go through it

Aye, I'm a baller baby, he ain't got no game

I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains

And I need a 'Super Freak' like Rick James

Clap that ass for me, baby make that shit bang

Bang, bang, make that shit bang

Bang, bang, make that shit bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Clap that ass for me, baby make that shit bang

Yeah, talk to me nicely, 50 on the chain, oh my God I'm so pricey

Mami, she Spanish, she keep it so spicy

When she throw it back she like 'Papi don't bite me'

Yeah, make her bend down

She gon' let me clip when I'm in town

Big Bentley truck, roll the tints down

10k a month, Hell's Kitchen in Midtown

Yeah, LA to New York, Bi-costal

I'm international not local

A band for these vintage Chanel bifocals

If you ain't talkin' bags then I'm anti-social, be gone

Aye, I'm a baller baby, he ain't got no game

I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains

And I need a 'Super Freak' like Rick James

Clap that ass for me, baby make that shit bang

Bang, bang, make that shit bang

Bang, bang, make that shit bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Clap that ass for me, baby make that shit bang