ft. Young Jeezy, T.I., Diddy

King mother$#&@er

Ay yo, some of y'all (*##$es be mother$#&@ing speeding and talking out of turn
You need to slow the $#&@ down and hold up, man
Ay yo, Trae The Truth, get at these ^!$$%s, come on

I am king, you know what it is
(*##$ came up to me, she said, 'Who you is?'
You know what I had to tell her

I said, 'I'm Diddy, (*##$!'

I'm feeling like I'm fly as $#&@, no planes

Yelling where them haters at, ain't nothing changed
Still talking white bricks, cocaine
In the club with a hundred racks, I'm just saying

Yeah, (*##$, I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah, wait a minute, (*##$
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Yeah, I'm just saying

I'm just saying hold up

California 'Rari (*##$, top just fold up
^!$$% with an attitude, Michael Kors polo
Top will get to popping, make 'em freeze up like a photo

Nightmares 'bout the feds, smelling like Hermes
Black with a check, now you Cortez
The exorcist ^!$$%, when I roll it turn heads

Put some Ninas to they froze like staring at Medusa hair
You see me in these streets on these beats
With them hoes of the kitchen

A #~!!@ ^!$$% think different, #~!!@ ^!$$% tripping
It's &&^(le from the bottom, die a legend out this (*##$
I get to whipping up that four, and get a second out that (*##$


I'm feeling like I'm fly as $#&@, no planes
Yelling where them haters at, ain't nothing changed

Still talking white bricks, cocaine
In the club with a hundred racks, I'm just saying
Yeah, (*##$, I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Yeah, wait a minute, (*##$
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah, I'm just saying


King of the streets, twin drops I'm storing
(*##$, I ball for the city, just like my last name Horton

So much green inside the trunk, it should've stayed in the garden
All I do is pay the price, I never ask what they charging
I pull up on your (*##$ and repossess her like you owe that

Put her in a flick and display her like she was Kodak
King mother$#&@er, I'm classic like I was throwback
This ain't what you want, #~!!@ ^!$$%, you better know that

Too deep in this 'Rari, something blowing like Bob Marley
Hit my youngin' with a chopper, tell him ride like Harley
I do this for my ^!$$%s in the city of the slow %#@!

Well they pulled up, and they bang something
Them laws come, we don't know %#@!
Street ^!$$% problems, we don't never duck 'em

I'm an $$#hole, Trae forever young and $#&@ 'em
Nuts hanging to the point it ain't nowhere to stuff 'em
I let my chain play, ^!$$%, I don't ever tuck 'em


I'm feeling like I'm fly as $#&@, no planes
Yelling where them haters at, ain't nothing changed

Still talking white bricks, cocaine
In the club with a hundred racks, I'm just saying
Yeah, (*##$, I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Yeah, wait a minute, (*##$
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah, I'm just saying


Jays in the yard, Ki's in the kitchen
AKs in the closet, a quarter million in the ceiling

All they yay I been streaming wonder how they never caught me
All I gotta say is pay your taxes, pay your lawyer fee
People running at a ^!$$%, know the ^!$$% I got

Yeah, that's above the law, call it what you call it
Don't take no %#@! 'cause I ain't no toilet
See me shorty, you see me go
I pulled up, hopped out, sharp as %#@!
Rolls Royce so big, can't park the %#@!

You ain't 'bout that life, quit starting %#@!
'Cause we ain't gonna wanna hear that ole siren %#@!

I'm feeling like I'm fly as $#&@, no planes
Yelling where them haters at, ain't nothing changed

Still talking white bricks, cocaine
In the club with a hundred racks, I'm just saying
Yeah, (*##$, I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah, wait a minute, (*##$
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Yeah, I'm just saying

Ay yo, ABN
Trae The Truth
Kings, baby

I got stadium place, (*##$es
And I ain't just talking to women, neither