'Fore we was anything, 'fore you see us Before we was electric, well was Prius we ever dreamt it here, it's nothing to dream of 'Cause let's be honest, you didn't ever think that could be us Now watch me shaking hands on the carpet in Sliding hard right like you seeing me on air I'm wild for the night, got no plans on getting You were Instagraming you and now Instagraming me
See me walk up in the room, I'm the same what up? (I'm the same motherfucker) And if you're talking to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't wit us) Did it on our own, they kept us no But now they up the doors wherever we go And now we walk up in the room and they say what up? (and they say motherfuckers)
I sing a pop song, I rap a song I a-club-banging, make-them-panties-drop song I'm show time, I keep it poppin' like some Now me getting money like a motherfuckin' dot com This how you know you see me in your city It's like I go, everybody fucking wit me Yes I'm on top of my game, they all my name But I told you if you me then you know I never change
See me up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what up) And if talking to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us) Did it on our own, they telling us no But now open up the doors wherever we go And now we up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (motherfuckers what up?)
It's like I'm a kid in the back of the Ford Taurus, yes, Waving at some drivers while they their favorite choruses Now fast forward, my song across the dashboard Is this the life I asked for? fuck it man of course it is I just needed a mic and a stage I play on This my playground, I'm Harold with a crayon Now how the so cold, no shrinkage No limit on greatness, Dinklage Only getting better bruh, dominate Federer But if you like my lyrics send a letter to the editor His is 'Fuck You', street name is 'Deal Wit It' Make sure you tramp stamp it so I know I get it Am I a 'Cause every show I sell out I hang around with fans 'til they me to get the hell out Middle finger to the haters, tell em up So if you feel that let me you say what up!
See me walk up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (motherfucker up) And if you're talking to the crew, better you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us) Did it on our own, they telling us no But now they up the doors wherever we go And now we up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers what up?)