M.D.B (Yea)

(Yea)

Uh Um (Yea)

Yea (Yea)

EVERYBODY UP THE HILL!

As I'm walkin' through the sidewalk

(As I'm walkin' through the sidewalk)

They see me but they don't talk (Yea, they don't talk)

I guess it wasn't my fault, yea (I know it wasn't my fault)

I had to put it all away

Put that shit inside the damn vault (Put it all inside the damn vault)

Yea, I'm smokin' on that damn fart (That damn fart)

Yea, they know I'm creative as the fuck, boy

I get in the studio and I'm doin' art (Yea)

They don't know I play my damn part, yea (I play my damn part)

I play my damn part, yea (I play my damn part)

I do that shit so well, yea (So well)

Uh (Yea)

I put them pearls around her neck

She say she "allergic to them seashells," yea

And she sail, yea (And she sail, yea)

She fuck with me

She know I know well, damn (She know I know well, yea)

That money talk

I talk a lot of it

I ain't no fuckin' ventriloquist, damn (Nah)

But she my puppet, yea (Yea)

I know she love it, yea (I know she love it)

When I stuff it, yea (Yea)

She my Mclovin', yea (My Mclovin')

Mclovin', yea

Love it when

I fuck her, yea

And when I touch it, yea (And when I touch it)

She, she, she, she, she

Tired of them bustas (Tired of them fuckin' bustas)

She tired of them lame ass ****

Them "don't wanna be the same" ass ****

Them **** "that's always tryna change" ass ****

I don't do it for the fame

My **** (I don't do it for the fame)

(My ****)

I'm on a mission

I'm still tryna get rich

Got off the lane for a lil bit

I'm still on a damn mission

Got out the frame for a minute (A hot minute)

But you could still take your pictures

Yea

They know I'm 'bout that mutha fuckin' business

Ever since I was a lil child (Ever since I was a lil child)

Ever since my mother had her children

Me and my siblings, damn

Yea

Know they don't get me, damn

I still know they don't feel me, damn

Know they don't feel me, damn

That shit was crazy

Because I was walkin' on the sidewalk, yea

(I was walkin' on the sidewalk, yea)

And everyone starin' at a ****

But they starin' at me so hard

And they don't talk, yea (And they don't talk, yea)

Well was it my fault?

Yea

They know I gotta keep that doh

In the damn vault, yea (In the damn vault, yea)

I got that shit locked up, yea

They already know what, yea

I gotta save that shit for a rainy day

I gotta whole lot of shit

I gotta pay for, yea

I gotta take a flight

Still need my passport, yea

Yea, yea (Still need my passport, yea)

I gotta travel cross the damn shore, yea

I gotta take tours, yea

I gotta do more, yea

Goin' to the fuckin' top

****, it ain't been a minute

Since I been on the damn floor, yea

The damn floor, yea

(I was walkin' on the sidewalk)

And I was just walkin' on the sidewalk, yea

(Why the fuck they all starin' at a ****)

Yea (And they don't fuckin' talk)

And I know that shit ain't my fault

It ain't my fault

Yea, yea