I Might Just Hit It Raw, Hold On, That′s Not My Element
I Like Dark Skins, Love Her Melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin What I'm Steppin′ InThirty Bottles Of Azul, Tell 'em Send 'em In
I Had The Lambo′, Switch To The ′Rari
I'm A Gangster, But I Like To Party
Pop A Perky, Go Retarded
I′m A Brooklyn Nigga, I'm Cold-hearted

That′s Why I Like The Bad Gyal (Woah), Like RiRi (Wait)
Every Time She See Me, She Wanna Eat Me (Hold On)
I Saw Like Justin Bieber, Please Believe Me
I Said, "Wow, I'm On The TV"

I Can′t Fuck With Broke Bitches, They Be Creepy
She Be Actin' Up, She Always Tryna Leave Me
But She A Bad Gyal, And She Freaky
I Have Her Hangin' Off The Rod Like She MiMi

I Never Hit A Bitch More Than Once ′cause They Be Leeches
But Her Pussy Good, It Taste Like Peaches
But She Can Have It, I Don′t Need It
I'd Rather Have My Money Green Like Kiwi

I Don′t Talk To Niggas, 'cause They Be Cappin′
Disrespect Me, And See What Happen
I Don't Make A Call For War, I Start Snappin′
Grr, Them Bullets Blastin'

All The Opps Mad, That I Lapped Them
He Said, "What's Stackin′?" Nothin′ But My Money
'Member My Pockets Flat? Now They Chunky
I Ain′t A Pretty Boy, But I Ain't Ugly

And I′ll Take Your Bitch, In A Second
If She A Real One, Then I'll Protect It
Traded The AP, Told My Jeweler Patek It
And It′s All VVS And Flower Settings

I Might Just Hit It Raw, Hold On, That's Not My Element
I Like Dark Skins, Love Her Melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin What I'm Steppin′ In
Thirty Bottles Of Azul, Tell ′em Send 'em In
I Had The Lambo′, Switch To The 'Rari
I′m A Gangster, But I Like To Party
Pop A Perky, Go Retarded
I'm A Brooklyn Nigga, I′m Cold-hearted

Yoz, What You Tellin' Me?
Yoz, What You Tellin' Me?
Yoz, What You Tellin′ Me?
Yoz, What You Tellin′ Me?
Yoz, What You Tellin' Me?