Mike Will Made It Nigga
Sremm Life
Black Barbies in the city
Fat ass and pretty titties
Get dummies for they money
You sent flowers but I wish I didn't receive 'em

All your lies I wish I didn't believe 'em



That boy is a real pussy pleaser

All that fetty but he never met Masika

Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker

El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica

Young girls always lookin' for a soulmate

But I shoulda listened to what momma told me

Furry moon boots, shades Dita

Too high to give a shit about PETA



Sativa so strong I'm not blinkin'

What in the world was I thinkin'?

New day, new money to be made

New things for them to imitate

I'm a fuckin' black barbie

Pretty face, perfect body

Pink seats in the 'Rari

Always fuck him like I'm sorry

Who the fuck is gon' protect her?

If I really gotta check her

Peter Piper picked a pepper

And my cake is triple decker



No Flex Zone, No Flex Zone

(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no) No Flex Zone



I see these silly nigga's flexin', it's a no zone

You gon' be floatin' in dem rivers like you know Joan

Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home

Still pull up with my wrist lookin' like a snowcone

She said she got a hit record, I said "Oooh shit!"

Picked up my phone cause I had to call "Bullshit!"

These bitches havin' nightmares of my new shit

These bitches pussy and they don't ever do shit

Hahaha, get it? Douche it-...hahahahahahaha

Half a mili on the Maybach Pullman, bought it

Now I'm prayin' all my foreigns don't get deported

Niggas love me so much they be sendin' me gifts

And these clown niggas actin', I'mma send 'em some skits

Bitches can't rap for shit, I'mma send 'em some tips

All these bitches is my sons, should be suckin' my tits



(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)



Now usually I don't do this, I'm Popeye, she's Brutus

Usually I'm a Christian but this peace is Buddhist

All of my niggas draw but none of them Cartoonists

Usually I'm the baddest, usually I'm the cutest

Usually I'm the flyest, usually you're the stewardess

And we ain't playin' ball but usually its some shooters

Are these bitches drunk? These bitches ain't lucid

Go against the queen your career will be elusive

Where your plaques at? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ

Bitches ass-back, they was never in my tax-brack

(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)



That girl is a real crowd pleaser

Small world, all her friends know of me

Young bull living like an old geezer

Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly

Frat girls still tryna get even

Haters mad for whatever reason

Smoke in the air, binge drinking

They lose it when the DJ drops the needle