M.D.B (Yea)

Uh Um (Aye Yaq)

Yea (Yea)

(You already know what the fuck we doin', Boy)

Boy (already know how the fuck we goin', Boy)

Uh

(See you already know we in the big Sac, Boy)

(You already know we had to touchdown in Sac Town, Boy)

(You already know we got to touchdown in the city too, Boy)

(Shout out Cali, Boy)

Yea (You already know what the fuck it do, Boy)

Uh (It's M.D.B we back in the booth, Boy)

Ok it's time I start draggin', I'm farther than a has been

You **** straight pussy to a ****, get a CT scan

I'm flyer than the carpet I walk on but not Aladdin

That Jimmy Choo fragrance with that Donna Karen fashion

Know them bitches can't help it

Know I'm too selfish

A big time hustler

I could sell the shelf, Bitch

You can't fool a ****, fuck I look like gettin' catfished

Boujee ass ****

I'm only eatin' salmon

She say she love my talent

She said my lips arouse her

She want me in her panties

Tryna get in my trousers

She don't know too much about me

But she know that I'm a rapper

I don't do a whole of actin'

But I know how to play my part

Fuck the beat now it's a bastard

It get trashed just like some garbage

In the booth like Michael Angelo, the way I made an artist

Get the "Deuce" like my name Bigalow

I don't even wanna fuck yah

Put that sister on a ****, I'll be Undercover Brother, ****

If I still had my whip, I would've burnt rubber in it

Know I been the big tax spender, I ain't penny pinchin'

You could tear a **** ass apart it ain't no sucker in me

I be comin' back to back with hits, know they ain't fuckin' with me

Told them bitches "I ain't got no friends," they know my bubble empty

Pour that drank inside my soda, fizzy, make me feel lil' tipsy

White girl got a ass just like she Becky, throw it like she Nicki

Told that Hoe "You know I can't get with you 'less your face got piercings"

On the beat you know I fuckin' smoke just like a fuckin' incense

They don't get it, they don't get it, Boy

I said

Bad bitch I had them

Traffic I passed them

**** think they on my status, stuck on average

**** think they on my status, can't count percentage

**** think they on my status and I'm in Cali

They ain't fuckin' with me, Boy

Rollin' up, I'm smokin' on this Bob Marley, Boy

I wrapped it in this leaf, Boy

And they ain't fuckin' with me, Boy

Ok it's time I start draggin', I'm farther than a has been

You **** straight pussy to a ****, get a CT scan

I'm flyer than the carpet I walk on but not Aladdin

That Jimmy Choo fragrance with that Donna Karen fashion

Know them bitches can't help it

Know I'm too selfish

A big time hustler

I could sell the shelf, Bitch

You can't fool a ****, fuck I look like gettin' catfished

(I could get a bag, Bitch)

(Know I need a bag, Bitch)

(I'm tryna get rich)

(Know I'm on a mission, Hoe)

(You know what the business is)