MiLLiON DOLLAR MULLET (feat. Ronny J)

(Oh my god Ronny) uh Million-dollar mullet, I'm talking Ted DiBiase I'ma disappear and come back with eight watches AP watches, watch this Prada Paparazzi I'ma live my life Miami Vice, Farrah Fawcett I'ma sip lean You gon' tattle tale while I slide down Tidwell (uh) I'ma shine blades like a chef, yuh Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf And I did it by myself, uh Bitch you got a complaint? Leave it at the front desk Shoot a three like Tony Delk Yeah, my girl brought a girlfriend, made my heart melt More diamond pointers than a Roosevelt elk, yeah Mine's crystal clean, yours look like skimmed milk Stop asking all them questions, you gon' wrinkle up my silk, uh I'm in Shanghai with the top down Raspberry roger Clemens throwing 90 off the mound Nolan Ryan Texas Rangers with the sunset hounds Half a ticket on my neck every time I pop up Instead of worrying about me you need to get your stocks up, yuh I'ma three-wheel in a Dolce & Gabbana truck Look into the mirror and then wipe down all the drama You got another baby mama while I'm chasing a third comma Still finding who I am, left hand hologram Right hand, um, Fruity Pebbles Toucan Sam Ronny J got the bass kicking, Jean-Claude Van Damme Aventador hard top hit up Ken Dan Tony All the way at West palm Lamb Left hand hold two hundred grand, all cash, uh Skrt up off the lot and I did the whole dash Tip Toe to the cellar, the white Mayweather 40K yesterday but it's gon' get better, uh Orange sapphires that look like sunsets, uh I'm at Jewel Collect like Johnny quest Collect call From who? Alanis Morissette Why you ain't been in more movies than Johnny Depp? Johnny deep, deep pockets I done flipped so much cheese Should applied at Johnny rockets Overqualified, overqualified, hold a lotta ties In the streets, know a lotta guys, owe a lotta pride Pink Caprice flexin' on 'em like I had a rubber spine Limpin' out this bitch like I was rollerskatin' drunk and blind Out my way, bitches flashin' to us from the balcony For you she's a mouse, for me a rat, I leave her out my cave 'Bout to say? Ain't no 'bout to say, fuck what you 'bout to say Me and that HighRoller Jody fuck what you about to say Catfish, shoulda left me in the creek where you found me Now you got that river-water on ya from my country county Mud mouth, that's the LSD hit in a petri dish Must be 'cause they trippin' on my drawl, easel kit Paint flying out that Krylon can up on the eastern Bridge AM7 Ounze Zilla, go back on me, read the list Go back homie, hating on me, I'm too heavy for them kids This ain't nothing overnight except for me to do your bitch Ain't interested, bumblebee, interesting intellect Infamous pinky ring, Slumerican everything In the mix Ballers Eve playa spin that kickin' tune Been up in that trunk with 808s since you was still in school Billy who? Billy's hell, Earnhardt, really Dale? Runnin Laps on suckers motherfucker go pick up your mail The mullet king, mullet king Catfish Really though Joe, Jody HighRoller Fuckin' getting it Fuckin' getting it Yeah