Hook:

Baby you look good, I would

Buy your $$# a drink, girl but
even at my shows, they draw x's on my hands


Baby you look good, I would
Buy your $$# a drank, but
Until I'm 21, they draw x's on my hands


Verse 1:


i'm the
catcher in the rye, i'm a rapper of the gods, i'm a
$#&@in master of the rhymes, !@$( to the dimes give you

food for thought, cure the $#&@ing cancer in your mind, mine is
faster so i'll add a little gas into the fire and i'm


drivin till my tank is on E, then i'm finna run a
mile till i'm breakin concrete, representing man-
-kind and im makin giant leaps, carolina on my

mind till i eat collard greens, till my momma rings

diamond, yeah i'm goin all in make them

mah$#&@ers sparkle like edward cullen
i hear the girls round here like to drink a lot
so go head throw em up like tequila shots


pretty hoes at shows they blow you fo' nada
open up a bottle their throat gets so hollow

study hard in college at night she's so YOLO but she
countin every calorie so no she won't swallow


sub-
urban girl, all she knows is strip malls and lip gloss
need a big bra cause them mother$#&@in tits talk

hop into her daddy's dodge, hit the boulevard, in the
mood to shop, boy trouble got her feeling pissed off


Riding round with the exes on her mind, when these
girls gone learn not to text em while they drive, run it
straight into a wall, $#&@ing total that %#@!, and

all because you tryna take control of that dick

Verse 2:


Women say i'm sweeter than these other guys
lately i been smoking like it's greener on the other side

yeah i like latinas and the southern types
so baby spread your wings cause you so $#&@in fly


A-gamer, champagne drainer
rich girl got the world hangin from in her fingers
July 4th, we used to $#&@ under the bleachers, red

stripes on that white $$#, uh, i pledge allegiance

she

feelin independent spending it with daddy's credit card but
i could get the dinner we'll pretend that you don't have it all
i'll just picture all my money next to his and then i'll switch it

then it's like your daddy's in the red and I got six digits

See, i'm tryna meet the baddest (*##$es not the

fatty's but the thickest with the classic daddy issues make me
mad and i might hit you, chris brown you then i'll kiss you when you
found me i was selling $#&@ing brownies out the kitchen i was


drowning in tuition and an ounce or two could fix it but my
instruments got lifted by my friends so that was it i went and

dropped out, they told me that's the wrong way kid, said i'm
sorry but i guess i'm on some kanye %#@!, my dad is


working three jobs and they don't pay %#@!, and
college more expensive than a cocaine (*##$, so
how the $#&@ i justify these lectures, tests, and lessons all this

guilt and pressure got me desperate guess i'm just a product of re
cession