(Verse)
454, I pull up on n***as, I tell em let’s get it
n***as ‘ey talkin’ on twitter, ya n***as ya know ya gonna get it
Benjamin Franklin, n***as know I keep it 100
Got a new clip fo’ my .223 and that b**h hold a hundred
I’m still in the hood, I got me a check and I don’t want no Nikes
b**hes, ‘ey s**in’, and f**in’, ‘ey do errything except bite it
I can go slow like an old man, I can go fast like I got nitrous
Spend 20 racks fo’ my brother’s appeal and I ain’t talkin no Viking
Ova one mill in this room, b**h, I kind of sound like a Pisces
Lil b**h ya know I’m the bomb and 2 Chainz the light, no lightning
Wow, these b**hes excited, me and Thugger, we bout to start up a riot
I ain’t got no p**y all week, I’m on that b**h, s** my dick diet
(Hook)
Monica, come home to me, yeah, come home to me, my dear
Make a lil money, leave a lil on the dresser
Make a lil money, leave a lil on the dresser
Teresa, I’m tired of licking bae, I’m into ya, yo rear
Make a lil money, leave a lil on the dresser
Make a lil money, leave a lil on the dresser
(Verse 2)
Ain’t nothin’ special man, I sold it all yester’
Pulling filled clouds in a muthaf**in’ Tesla
Ain’t no pressure when you got a little extra
Put them beams on your face, have ’em lookin’ like freckles
Diamond man, I do not no talk but no heavens sent
My b**h p**y wet like it’s wetting rain
This b**h clap on me while I clap at mans, woah
Got Balenciagas that I ain’t wore yet
Have a pound of gas I ain’t smoke yet
Traphouse filled up wit zip lock
Used to give my living room super big lots
In a strip club wit some flip flops
Thought it’s the time, baby it’s not
Got a lotta windows on my grill n***a
Put that pretty muthaf**a in a tint shop
(Hook)
Monica, come home to me, yeah, come home to me, my dear
Make a lil money, leave a lil on the dresser
Make a lil money, leave a lil on the dresser
Teresa, I’m tired of licking bae, I’m into ya, yo rear
Make a lil money, leave a lil on the dresser
Make a lil money, leave a lil on the dresser
PART 2: Lil Boy
(Interlude)
Who k**ed lil boy? Who k**ed lil boy?
The rat infested hallways, no escape, no escape
From misery, no way out from that hell
(Verse)
I’m bout to give these n***as what ‘ey asked fo’
I used to have to argue wit my landlord
Yeah, my nickname is Titty Boi
b**h, gotta have at least a handful
All my cribs came wit a damn pool
Used to stash work in my camel
Young 6 5 wit the handle
If ya don’t watch Atlanta then ya need to turn the channel
See I pull up in this b**h in a Phantom
Front grill lookin’ like it’s dancing
Put some stacks on yo head lil boy
Yeah, ‘ey bout to call ya the grandson
p**y n***a gonna need a tampon
Put rifle bullets in a handgun
Keep a bankroll on me, n***a
By the time I eat some bacon I got bands on
All my cars I don’t put rims on em
I done touched down, no end zone
All that b**h do is run her mouth, n***a
On the right but that b**h got a Sprint phone
Man she got about a hunid acres
Enough yard fo’ me to put a couple Benz’s on
And I just pop me a purp
I might f** that b**h wit my Timbs on