Truffle Butter (feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)

Uh, thinkin' out loud I must have a quarter million on me right now Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money Two things I'm about is talkin' blunt and staying blunted Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh? We should all disappear right now Look, you're gettin' all your friends and you're gettin' in the car And you're comin' to the house, are we clear right now, huh? You see the fleet of all the new things Cop cars with the loose change All white like I move things Niggas see me rollin' and their mood change Like a motherfucker New flow, I got a dozen of 'em I don't trust you, you a undercover I could probably make some step-sisters fuck each other (woo) Talkin' filets with the truffle butter Fresh sheets and towels, man, she gotta love it Yeah, they all get what they desire from it What? Tell them niggas we ain't hidin' from it Yo, thinkin' out loud I must have about a milli' on me right now And I ain't talkin' 'bout that Lil Wayne record I'm still the highest sellin' female rapper for the record Man, this a 65 million single sold I ain't gotta compete with a single soul I'm good with the ballpoint game, finger roll Ask me how to do it, I don't tell a single soul Pretty women, wassup? Is you here right now? You a stand-up or is you in your chair, right now? Uh Do you hear me? I can't let a whack nigga get near me I might kiss the baddest bitch if you dare me I ain't never need a man to take care of me, yo I'm in that big boy, bitches can't rent this I floss everyday, but I ain't a dentist Your whole style and approach, I invented And I ain't takin' that back 'cause I meant it Uh, thinkin' out loud I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile LOL to the bank checkin' my account Bank teller flirtin' after checkin' my account Pretty ladies, are you here? Truffle butter on your pussy Cuddle buddies on the low You ain't gotta tell your friend That I eat it in the morning 'Cause she gon' say, "I know" Can I hit it in the bathroom? Put your hands on the toilet I'll put one leg on the tub Girl, this my new dance move I just don't know what to call it But, bitch, you dancin' with the stars I ain't nothin' like your last dude What's his name? Not important I bought some cocaine, you can snort it She became a vacuum Put it on my dick like carpet Suck the white off like chocolate I'm so heartless, thoughtless, lawless, and flawless Smallest regardless, largest in charge And born in New Orleans, get killed for Jordans Skateboard, I'm gnarly Drake, Tunechi and Barbie, you know