Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, it's Pierce Brosnan, cross you up like Allen Ivey
It's Allen Iverson, Versace rim with lemon tint
The lime Benz candy coated with the apple sauce
The apple gloss on Miami Beach, David Hasselhoff
Hassle me I'm Tim McGraw, I don't pass the ball
Ball hard forth quarter, shoot the lights off
Fast break, three on one, I tear the basket off
Aw, shit, look who it is, the white Wesley Snipes
[Verse 2]
Rocking Byzantine my attitude is Charlie Sheen
Walk around with more ice on me than a triple beam
The mansion three story living room with trampoline
Mi casa so big it took the maids a whole week to clean
I don't like to drive Versace jeans in limousine
I can freestyle to a dolphin and a tambourine
The snow abominable laughing inside my golden vault
The candy copper helicopter when I'm playing golf
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I got bitched by the catalog playing leap frog
Butt naked in the living room look like Reese Witherspoon
Real fine classic bitch, what's up
I'm bumping Dean Martin Christmas tunes
Every time I open up my email see another million (I'm rich)
That bitch wanna suck my dick then she better floss
Clean them teeth for a boss, Randy Moss
Diamonds on the cross, swear to God I'ma God, though
I'm don't mean no blasphemy, Jesus eat at Applebee's
[Verse 4]
I'm with my bitch in the bed watching Game of Thrones
Waiting till Khaleesi's dragon's big enough to take control
Rich as Vince MacMahon, your bitch look like triple H
Keep that pussy on lock, put it in a safe
All my chains on flexin' while I'm shootin' vines
Hoes love me watchin' all them like a million times
Throwing money if your face, we forever paid
These hoes thirsty and I look like pink lemonade
Tastes great, grade A
Grab your bitch, take a vacay, them Bahamas
Coming at these haters, AK, it's the llama
Ah, yeah, I got ya
Written by: Malcolm McCormick
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