Ain't no talkin' little baby
In my Maserati
Ain't got no License but I woke up in a new Bugatti
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
You said that my songs lame but yo' favorite artist prolly' rap bout' the same thing
I'm just being real mane'
Man crush can't dress even in those new Balmains
Since the 7-11
Been gettin' gas
Mess up the rotation this day your last
Pop a perc while I drive I won't feel the crash
Coochie so dry that it left a rash
Never been scared just avoid confrontation
Pre-meditate it cause' I'm feelin' so patient
All the money in the world I'ma take it
Hispanics exist but you niggas still racist?
Ain't no talkin' little baby
In my Maserati
Ain't got no License but I woke up in a new Bugatti
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
Lawd' Jesus
Niggas was hating on Yeezus?
Six years go by and you niggas praise it like ya' knees needless
Everybody talkin' bout they love you but reality hit they don't mean it
Complaining bout' ya president but never once thought to commit no treason?
I don't believe it
We live in a land
If you don't fight you are less of a man
Stand for something fall for anything
Stand for jewels on my pinky ring
Ain't no talkin' little baby
In my Maserati
Ain't got no License but I woke up in a new Bugatti
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
The only man
Who makes demands
Who died on that cross
He's
So calm
Like Bob Ross
But
I am a God
We all are Gods
I am a God
We all are Gods
Ain't no talkin' little baby
In my Maserati
Ain't got no License but I woke up in a new Bugatti
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
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Ain't no talkin' little baby
In my Maserati
Ain't got no License but I woke up in a new Bugatti
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
You said that my songs lame but yo' favorite artist prolly' rap bout' the same thing
I'm just being real mane'
Man crush can't dress even in those new Balmains
Since the 7-11
Been gettin' gas
Mess up the rotation this day your last
Pop a perc while I drive I won't feel the crash
Coochie so dry that it left a rash
Never been scared just avoid confrontation
Pre-meditate it cause' I'm feelin' so patient
All the money in the world I'ma take it
Hispanics exist but you niggas still racist?
Ain't no talkin' little baby
In my Maserati
Ain't got no License but I woke up in a new Bugatti
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
Lawd' Jesus
Niggas was hating on Yeezus?
Six years go by and you niggas praise it like ya' knees needless
Everybody talkin' bout they love you but reality hit they don't mean it
Complaining bout' ya president but never once thought to commit no treason?
I don't believe it
We live in a land
If you don't fight you are less of a man
Stand for something fall for anything
Stand for jewels on my pinky ring
Ain't no talkin' little baby
In my Maserati
Ain't got no License but I woke up in a new Bugatti
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
The only man
Who makes demands
Who died on that cross
He's
So calm
Like Bob Ross
But
I am a God
We all are Gods
I am a God
We all are Gods
Ain't no talkin' little baby
In my Maserati
Ain't got no License but I woke up in a new Bugatti
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
In my Maserati
Ain't got no License but I woke up in a new Bugatti
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
You said that my songs lame but yo' favorite artist prolly' rap bout' the same thing
I'm just being real mane'
Man crush can't dress even in those new Balmains
Since the 7-11
Been gettin' gas
Mess up the rotation this day your last
Pop a perc while I drive I won't feel the crash
Coochie so dry that it left a rash
Never been scared just avoid confrontation
Pre-meditate it cause' I'm feelin' so patient
All the money in the world I'ma take it
Hispanics exist but you niggas still racist?
Ain't no talkin' little baby
In my Maserati
Ain't got no License but I woke up in a new Bugatti
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
Lawd' Jesus
Niggas was hating on Yeezus?
Six years go by and you niggas praise it like ya' knees needless
Everybody talkin' bout they love you but reality hit they don't mean it
Complaining bout' ya president but never once thought to commit no treason?
I don't believe it
We live in a land
If you don't fight you are less of a man
Stand for something fall for anything
Stand for jewels on my pinky ring
Ain't no talkin' little baby
In my Maserati
Ain't got no License but I woke up in a new Bugatti
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
The only man
Who makes demands
Who died on that cross
He's
So calm
Like Bob Ross
But
I am a God
We all are Gods
I am a God
We all are Gods
Ain't no talkin' little baby
In my Maserati
Ain't got no License but I woke up in a new Bugatti
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
Hands up, money out
Baby this is a robbery
Writer: Joshua Pelzer
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