Medusa (feat. Jeezy)

Hey, no strings attached, okay

Chanel put on your frames and on your back, okay

Okay, don't go down lookin' strange when I go tat your face

I don't look like that when you be askin' me 'bout racks, okay

(Don't look like that, don't look like that)

Hop on the dick just like a scooter

Brand new whip with old money like my cougar

Designer got that shit sittin' fatter than Medusa

These **** ain't real, ain't woo with that

I just might shoot you

I fuck with king and Dill, for real, so free B-B

I was gettin' some lip service just like G-G

I remember big curved me then I had a three-peat

Talkin' 'bout  the same time, my future bright, no TV

Get off my dick, bitch, damn ho, I gotta pee pee

I had a shoutout, who picked the youngins up? That was me, me

Keep in the paper, I don't want you talkin' 'bout free me

But a **** tried, damn, guess you just got a freebie

If I'm hoppin' outside of a Phantom

Forty inside of my hand

Ballerinas on me, keep on dancin'

Trappin' outside of Atlanta

See my lil' bitch then go grab it

Get to the money, you have it

She be ocean wet, she the Atlantic

Got another ho stuck on the campus

She be mixin' her drink with the Add'y

She be like Trouble come back, all my panty wet

I just want the paper, baby

Swear I'm not a fan of that

Yeah, yeah, 'cause then you want shit free and I gotta get my cheese

Be different if you my bitch, bless you, yes, indeed

Hey, no strings attached, okay

Chanel put on your frames and on your back, okay

Okay, don't go down lookin' strange when I go tat your face

I don't look like that when you be askin' me 'bout racks, okay

(Don't look like that, don't look like that)

Hop on the dick just like a scooter

Brand new whip with old money like my cougar

Designer got that shit sittin' fatter than Medusa

These **** ain't real, ain't woo with that

I just might shoot you

It's plain Jane on my wrist, a Hellcat, okay

Gas Kenmore stove, pass me that Old Bay

Rolls truck on C's, sit on that, OJ

You ain't gettin' no paper, you ain't got no say

Call the sideline **** 'cause we not gon' play

We some stand up guys 'cause we not gon' lay

A bunch of S curl ****, how we not gon' spray?

Yeah, we saw who did it but we not gon' say

Hoppin' up outta the don

Boxes of Louis Vuitton

I put the ground on the map

That why they call me the don

I put the light on the streets

That why they call me the goat

If it's a hustler parade

They gotta make me a float

Tell 'em I said it, I meant it, I quote it

Put the city on the map and they know it

Seven days out the week wear black

Seven days out the week stay strapped

Top down ridin' down on that

Brave game, big clip, fall back

First mil, made that, no rap

Put the trap on the map, no cap

Hey, no strings attached, okay

Chanel put on your frames and on your back, okay

Okay, don't go down lookin' strange when I go tat your face

I don't look like that when you be askin' me 'bout racks, okay

(Don't look like that, don't look like that)

Hop on the dick just like a scooter

Brand new whip with old money like my cougar

Designer got that shit sittin' fatter than Medusa

These **** ain't real, ain't woo with that

I just might shoot you