B Boy (feat. Big Sean & A$AP Ferg)

All that ass, Lord have mercy

All that champagne, these bitches thirsty

Veserchy, no hold up, I meant Versace

I probably pull up Roberto over Cavalli

Puffing on Cali, probably out in the valley

Sipping on something drowsy, bitches twerking like Miley

Twerk, twerk for a real **** selling work

Promise I won't tell a word

I been on that trill shit, way back

North Philly ****, but I'm laid back

Get shot in your head, driving your Maybach

Homie the clown know I don't play that

Sipping dirty, riding dirty, I say hi to thirty

Call your dog, I call my dog and he'll buy a birdie

Try to school me, I'm getting out here early

Dope dealer, Puma life, back of this soccer jersey

Mink dragging, tell PETA I'm swagging

All these karats like I'm trying to lure in a rabbit

Just to put it on my jacket

What you doing?

Doing fashion

Okay I walk with a limp and I talk with a slur

I might wear every single chain and mix it up with my fur

I might get every single drink and mix it up till I blur

I tell the bitch, get on my lap

But don't you get on my nerves

I need that bag full of green like a lawnmower

John Doe and all Sean Doe it

And I keep it G, yeah, I ground floor it

And I'm pound blowing

If her pussy good then I might one, two, three round four it

Got her down for it

Yeah **** overthink, never under-stress

Yeah, I understand, your girl over, I'm so unimpressed

Yeah, and she trying to fuck me raw, unprotect

But if I don't have that rubber on it I feel underdressed

Yeah, and I got money bags under my eyes

Hoe, cause I ain't sleep

They all Goyard too cause I ain't cheap

Finally Famous Aura Gold is my I-N-C

And I put everything in motion like I-N-G

And when we flying private you could bring the gun on with us

I got this freak to 3rd base, she trying to run home with us

And I got comma, on comma, on comma, on comma, on comma

And I ain't talking about no run on sentence

Yeah, **** hot headed so I need that Ching's Chili

Put my P up on her head like that bitch is repping Philly

And I wheelie in that pussy like my **** Meek Milly

On my way to meet millis

Lawyer drafting up the deep deep dealies

I got rich, decided that ain't rich enough

When I did it big, bitch, I decided that ain't big enough

Dead Pres, who you digging up?

Who that **** that you hating on but just can't get enough?

Fuck, the jig is up, little bitch

I'm like Madoff but I made off, scheming on **** payoff

I never take a day off, your stash is short like Adolf, Hitler

You should lay off on the gangster talk

'Cause you're fake, dawg

You never pushed no yay, dawg

Ain't see no ki's like Ray Charles

'Cause me and Meek in the Maybach

We get Wale and take off

We got your bitch in a big house, she walk in hype like

Hey Ross! How you doing?

Get with a dream chaser, we balling hard like the Lakers

You balling out, you a faker, you probably catching the vapors

I'm at your house on the hill

I fucked your girl and your neighbor

You thinking Khloe don't know me, I'm in the car dashing haters

I'm in the car dashing haters

I'm in the Kardashian

I'm lying, can't I pretend?

They say, fake it till you make it

Well let the faking begin

I got a bitch with fake titties, fake ass, she all in the Benz

Them titties'll probably fall like a ball when she bend

My **** from Harlem and Philly all get it in

Your bitch come around then we fucking her and her friends

Come get with a dream chaser, we balling hard like the Lakers

You balling out, you a faker, you probably catching the vapors

I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor

I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor

I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor

I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor

Damn!

What she do?

She just put heart eyes under my pic ****

That's my bitch, ****

Bought her a first-class ticket to put a dick in her