All y'all niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches that look like these
C'mon, you know it, you know it
You know it, you know it (tell them again)
All my niggas be blowin' on trees
Hands so sick so they throwin' up keys
You know it, you know it
You know it, you know it

I say all y'all niggas wanna get like me
(All y'all niggas wanna get like me)
Now who run the show? go look and see
And then count the bitches, nigga, one, two, three
I said and if you feel like somethin' else there
Then tell her that you down for somethin' else, yeah
And if she say, "Kissin' far as it goes"
Don't worry, she straight like a actor's nose
You can ball and ball, do it wall to wall
Just sayin' that you can't do it small is all
You can floss Rolex over Audemar
On the arm and I'm outshinin' all of y'all
Can you feel it? Hey, hey
Do you want more? Hey, hey
'Til yo' back sore, hey, hey
So let's go, let's go, oww

All y'all niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches that look like these
C'mon, you know it, you know it
You know it, you know it (tell them again)
All my niggas be blowin' on trees
Hands so sick so they throwin' up keys
You know it, you know it
You know it, you know it

Uh, I'm the shizzniyee
You should follow my example, bitch, i.e.
'Cause I'm front row, Isaac Mizrahi
In the truck but I ain't suck diznayee
All these hoes wanna get like me
Get their own speakers and some prose like me
When I'm at the game, all the pros like me
Bitch, I'm a pro, ain't a ho like me
Bitches ain't stuntin' in the cold like me
Some call me bitchie, so Necole like me
Pull up in the ghost, East Coast like me
My nigga spend money like the coke price free
Uh, bon voyage
Nicki M. Baby, Buns Minaj
Back of the 'Bach slumpty, Humpty Dumpty
On the back of the bike, these stunts be comfy

All y'all niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches that look like these
C'mon, you know it, you know it
You know it, you know it (tell them again)
All my niggas be blowin' on trees
Hands so sick so they throwin' up keys
You know it, you know it
You know it, you know it

Uh, you wrong
Why you dance so low to this song?
Where your boyfriend at, he gone?
Is that a napkin you put your number on?
Look, you so wrong
Drop down shawty, get your eagle on
Tell your boyfriend you stayin' with Simone
Matter of fact, put your number in my phone

I'm a fly nigga tatted up with the fade
Yeah, I was rockin' waves when them niggas had braids
It was Air Force 1's then I took 'em all to J's
Now they wanna play dumb like they from The Bay
I was tourin' overseas, two-fifty every day
Just came back in the middle of the May
In the Maybach with this chick named May
Wanna know if she can do me, shawty, yes you may
See, the whole rap game soundin' like me
Who that on the drums? Man, it sound like P
Shawty say she horny, sound like E
Say she wanna bring her partner, okay, that sound like three
Fresh off the yacht, feet in the sand
Walk in the club, me in demand
Got a whip on the lot, 'bout four-hundred grand
Gold 'round my neck, pistol close at hand 'cause

All y'all niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches that look like these
C'mon, you know it, you know it
You know it, you know it (tell them again)
All my niggas be blowin' on trees
Hands so sick so they throwin' up keys
You know it, you know it
You know it, you know it, uh