Black Barbies

Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga SremmLife Black Barbies in the city, fat ass and pretty titties Get dummies for they money (EarDrummers! Ransom) You sent flowers, but I wish I didn't receive 'em All your lies, I wish I didn't believe 'em (Mike WiLL Made-It) That boy is a real pussy pleaser All that fetty, but he never met Masika Tuck the chrome .22 in his sneaker El Chapo, but he crazy like La Quica Young girls always looking for a soulmate But I should've listened to what mama told me Furry moon boots, shades Dita Too high to give a shit about PETA Sativa so strong, I'm not blinking What in the world was I thinking? New day, new money to be made New things for them to imitate I'm a fucking black barbie, pretty face, perfect body Pink seats in the 'Rari, always fuck him like I'm sorry Who the fuck is gon' protect her if I really gotta check her? Peter Piper picked a pepper, and my cake is triple decker No Flex Zone (no, no, no, no, no, yeah), No Flex Zone (Oh no, no, no, no) No Flex Zone I see these silly niggas flexing, it's a no zone You gon' be floating in them rivers like you know Joan Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home Still pull up with my wrist looking like a snow cone She said she got a hit record, I said, "Ooh, shit!" Picked up my phone 'cause I had to call bullshit These bitches having nightmares of my new shit These bitches pussy and they don't ever do shit Hahaha, get it? Douche-, hahahahahahaha Half a milli' on the Maybach Pullman, bought it Now I'm praying all my foreigns don't get deported Niggas love me so much they be sending me gifts And these clown niggas acting, I'ma send 'em some skits Bitches can't rap for shit, I'ma send 'em some tips All these bitches is my sons, should be sucking my tit's Yeah, oh no, no, no, no Yeah, oh no, no, no, no (yeah) Now usually, I don't do this, I'm Popeye, she's Brutus Usually, I'm a Christian, but this peace is Buddhist All of my niggas draw, but none of them cartoonists Usually, I'm the baddest, usually, I'm the cutest Usually, I'm the fliest, usually, you're the stewardess And we ain't playing ball, but usually, it's some shooters Are these bitches drunk? These bitches ain't lucid Go against the Queen, your career will be elusive Where your plaques at? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ Bitches ass-back, they was never in my tax-brack' That girl is a real crowd pleaser Small world, all her friends know of me That boy is a real pussy pleaser All that fetty, but he never met Masika Tuck the chrome .22 in his sneaker El Chapo, but he crazy like La Quica Young girls always looking for a soulmate But I should've listened to what mama told me Furry moon boots, shades Dita Too high to give a shit about PETA That girl is a real crowd pleaser Small world, all her friends know of me (they know me) Young bull living like an old geezer Release the cash, watch it fall slowly (Mike WiLL done Made-It!) Frat girls still tryna get even Haters mad for whatever reason Smoke in the air (hey), binge-drinking They lose it when the DJ drops the needle (and they lose it)