Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor


[Verse 1:]
Hit me on the celly, watching Belly
God, son, I can see they study MaKaveli

Peanut butter Benz, got the jelly at the deli
If you feeling like a ninja I got a machete
Hell yeah, them girls bad, but I'm $#&@ing heavy

I'mma $#&@ around and have them looking like spaghetti
I say some %#@!, he be like, "Yo, you so legendary"
But he can tell just by my face he ain't getting any


[Hook x2:]
Plenty more for you, boy

We in the funky four door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy


[Verse 2:]
Meet me at the Rucker, take the Bruckner

It's just me and young yucka, take you suckers
For their money and their whips, putting kitten on lips
Dividing the dividends, get the money and dip

Key's to the ^!$$%'s safe, put it under my tits
He got keys to that Roy, it could fit in the six
Got a UPS connect, so we good on them trips

Automatic bottle service so we good in them VIPs, ^!$$%

[Hook x2]


[Verse 3:]
These civilians, what up ^!$$%? Excuse my millions

I'm in the V like a widow's peak
It's just me and my Rolls Royce pillow seats
Why they staring at me? I brung MacLaren with me

Yo, matter of fact, I think I'mma bring Donna Karan with me
And you my son, I don't know, it's just the parent in me
I am the best, I am the queen, it's so apparent it me

I'm in Hollywood with Shia Labeouf
Most of you rappers ain't eating, that diet is rough
You want some hot %#@!? Send that wire to us

I make them change their name to Diddy, retire the puff
I'm getting acting money
You ^!$$%s is Kevin Hart, y'all be acting funny

I'mma a keep a linebacker, tell 'em tackle for me
Yo, you seen my last pic, go double-tap that for me
@@#! back, Red octagon, stop that


[Hook]