歌词
CONNIE, are you fucking kidding me?
Yuh, yuh, yuh
HOTBOY
I feel like Jesus Christ on the mic tonight
Smoking on, choking that kryptonite
Cross on my back got me hanging high
And I smoke so much I done lost my mind
I feel like S-a-tan when I’m spitting that fire
My pencil lead burn through paper like a plastic iron
The illest rapper ever, yeah that's who I am
I've done everything to do, yeah, except dying
Crown made of thorns, I'ma split the seas
Setting fire to the trees, still pray on my knees
Little voice inside my head is God talking to me
Hope I choose the right path, Lord lay me to sleep
Real Gs read Nietzsche, he say, she say
He hates but he just wishing he could be me
Beef come with the bread like a cheesesteak
Success my revenge (Mwah), got a sweet taste
Everybody wanna see the heat 'til they do
Hear them shots when it ring, nothing sting like the truth
Flames in the booth, **** hang from the noose
It's a shame what they do when they aiming for you
Bling bling, never got a car, she want a ring
Bling bling, left my boyband like *NSYNC
Bling bling, diamonds shining on my melanin
Bling bling, gold on me like a black king
Bling bling, never got a car, she want a ring
Bling bling, left my boyband like *NSYNC
Bling bling, diamonds shining on my melanin
Bling bling, gold on me like a black king
My sermon is delivered, my syrup is never spilling
Bringing light to the world, I'm the beginning and I'm the ending
The alpha and omega, the Revelations to Genesis
Mossberg pumping I'm praying on all my enemies
Let there be light, style is like lightning
I'm like Mike: Jack, Jordan, and Tyson
Dash fast, the cash roll like a hyphen
On top like lice, don't need a hypeman
Risen from the tomb, the Messiah's living again
Their weapons never prospered, I slaughtered many a man
Reaching in the closet, I got the semi again
Praying to the Father, I'm gon' be with Him again
Think fast, get the cash, but first I took the risk
Credit card scams reimbursed at ATMs
When the check clear, fly girls from ATL
My maids ain't came in, let's check in a hotel
Bling bling, never got a car, she want a ring
Bling bling, left my boyband like *NSYNC
Bling bling, diamonds shining on my melanin
Bling bling, gold on me like a black king
Bling bling, never got a car, she want a ring
Bling bling, left my boyband like *NSYNC
Bling bling, diamonds shining on my melanin
Bling bling, gold on me like a black king
Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun, bring that cash back to me
Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun, bring that cash back to me
Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun, bring that cash back to me
It's a dumb thing and you know that homie
Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun, bring that cash back to me
Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun, bring that cash back to me
Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun, bring that cash back to me
It's a dumb thing and you know that homie
Written by: Ameer Emmanuel Vann, Edward Johnson, William Wood
