Ain't no talkin little baby in my Maserati
Ain't got no license but I woke up in a new Bugatti
Hands up
Money out
Baby this is a robbery
Hands up
Money out
Baby this is a robbery

You said that my songs lame
But your favorite artist probably rap bout' the same thing
I'm just being real mane
Man crush can't dress even in those new Balmains
Since the seven eleven been gettin gas
Mess up the rotation this day your last
Pop a perc' while I drive I won't feel the crash
Coochie so dry that it left a rash
Never been scared just avoid confrontation
Premeditate it cause' I'm feelin' so patient
All the money in the world i'ma take it
Hispanics exist but you n***** still racist?

Ain't no talkin little baby in my Maserati
Ain't got no license but I woke up in a new Bugatti
Hands up
Money out
Baby this is a robbery
Hands up
Money out
Baby this is a robbery

Lord Jesus
N***** was hating on Yeezus?
Six years go by and you n***** praise it like ya' knees needless
Everybody talkin bout' they love but reality hit they don't mean it
Complaining bout ya' president
But never once thought to commit no treason?
I don't believe it
We live inna land
If you don't fight you are less of a man
Stand for something fall for anything
Stand for the jewls on my pinky ring

Ain't no talkin little baby in my Maserati
Ain't got no license but I woke up in a new Bugatti
Hands up
Money out
Baby this is a robbery
Hands up
Money out
Baby this is a robbery

The only man
That makes demands
Who died on that cross
He's so calm like Bob Ross
But
I am a god
We all are gods

Ain't no talkin little baby
In my Maserati
Ain't got no license but i woke up in a
New Bugatti
Hands up
Money out
Baby this is a robbery
Hands up
Money out
Baby this is a robbery