(with Tyga)



[Chorus:]
Look
I'm so raw

Turn da oven on
Cheff papa johns
I get the parmesan


[Verse 1:]
She want ah yellow ^!$$%

Corn on the cobb
Indian giver
Slobb on my nobb

The (*##$ blow hard
Harder den some halls
Here take um all you'll be straight in the morn

I'm two piece gone
I'm neva gone call
Fly ^!$$% I ont wear it if it's in da mall

Seen it on da blog
These mutha $#&@as cost
East saint laurent

U can tell by the faunt
I do wat I want
Wake up wens it's lunch

Walk like I'm drunk
Swagga so uh
Gold yard trunks go around I got ah bunch

Tell till you safe (*##$ get up out my stuff
I wouldn't recamend
U would eva check um in

I started with da end
So where do I begin


[Chorus:]
I'm so raw
Turn da oven on

Cheff papa johns
I get the parmesan


[Verse 2:]
Pocket full of paper under age in casino
U wanna see id oh

But I'm in da suite doe
Here my room key go
Room movin slow mo

Fans want ah photo
But it's my turn ta roll hold up baby hold those
U see I'm chillin doe low

Lense with ah logo
Pinky ring fro doe
I'm fellin myself no hohoho homo

Hold da beat pour dat mo roro roso
Rosa you bozos
Could'ntspeak wat I'm on

U n me rosseta stone
All these ^!$$%s r ah clone
We be originals

Young money sinimals
Tribe full of generals
Dnt ask me %#@! unless it in ah interview ^!$$%

Unless it's in ah interview aha
Dnt talk ta me I'm not your friend
I'm just ah fan

Of ah ah fan aha
I love all my fans doe