What's Wrong With Them (feat. Nicki Minaj)

Life on the rocks Too hard to swallow So we get high till it feel like the sky low Ya'll boys just a bunch of pussy cats, Milo Money is the song Pockets on high note Do Re Mi Fa So I rock like a fossil Big boss shit, Paul Castellano Shoot your ass up, now crawl out the condo That's that nine nigga ughh, Rondo Sleeping with the enemy, so I fuck the world To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl The sweetest southern girl, sweetest southern girl This is times up Put your signs up Made 'em pick my dude Out the line-up Baby what the fuck wrong, wrong with them What the fuck wrong, wrong with them You see many are called But very few are chosen Looking at the wall You can feel them close in Baby what the fuck wrong, wrong with them What the fuck wrong, wrong with them Mind over matter, money over all The world is on my shoulders Should I dust my shoulders off Uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls Fuck the bullshit but just don't fuck it raw Man pussy has a pattern and I know where I'm going And if you got beef I turn it to a tenderloin Sanity kills so I live the crazy life I wonder if they'll pay attention if I change the price Life is my wife, till death do us part Man I'm fly as fuck, you ain't even next to depart Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art This is 'times up" Put your signs up Made 'em pick my dude Out the line-up Baby what the fuck wrong, wrong with them What the fuck wrong, wrong with them You see many are called But, very few are chosen Looking at the wall You can feel 'em close in Baby what the fuck wrong, wrongwith them What the fuck is wrong with them Stepping on the bullshit, you can be my doormat Y'all ain't going nowhere with that hating shit, four flat Disrespectful on the beat, Borat Fuck the system and the pussy wasn't all that Yeah, now time's getting shorter Red Light on your head like a fucking recorder now Don't you cross me, you do better crossing the border So much money piled up, I'm a mother fuckin' hoarder... Ugh This is 'time's up' Put your signs up Made 'em pick my dude Out the line-up Baby what the fuck wrong, wrong with them What the fuck wrong, wrong with them You see many are called But, very few are chosen Looking at the wall You can feel them close in Baby what the fucking wrong, wrong with them What the fuck wrong, wrong with them