Goosebumpz (Bonus Track)

(Diplo) Let's go Better act right, 'cause I smack dykes Give 'em blow and a bit of that bagpipe (pipe) Bitch wanna live that rap life (life), but I already hit that last night Think you're fuckin' with me, huh? (Huh?) Must be hittin' that crack-pipe I been makin' my money (money), thank God I learned how to add right (let's go) My cash like that cocaine, give me more, say, give me more Don't worry 'bout it, ain't no thing, big titty hoes in my videos Classy bitch, don't kiss and tell (nope) Smack her ass and then wish her well (well) Life sucks, better give 'em hell Get money, fuck girls, free Biggavel A million in my briefcase (briefcase), 'bout to shop for some real estate 'Bout to party with drugs though, turn it up, bitch, feel the bass (bass) Throwin' money in your face (face), feelin' good, livin' great (great) Bad bitches in different states, it's like I think I'm Vincent Chase With porn stars, sports cars, and my crib got a courtyard How we get all this money though? You know how big his tours are? (Whoa) Greedy bitch, you a needy bitch Want some money, but need some dick (ha) And my belt monogram When I die, bet she fuck my hologram, though When I die, bet she fuck my hologram, though When I die, bet she fuck my hologram When I die, bet she fuck my hologram, my hologram We in my black Benz, windows up Gettin' head, smokin' blunts Everybody know what's up, and I turn them girls to sluts Crib's like a mob boss, my bitch get my car washed We non-stop, my dick out, her jaw drop 'Cause all we do is fuck, fu-fu-fuck, fuck All she wanna do is fuck, fu-fu-fuck, fuck All she, all she wanna do is fuck, fu-fu-fuck, fuck All she wanna do is fuck, fu-fu-fuck, fuck, fuck Don't I look like a drug dealer? (Whoa) Don't I look like I'm somebody? (Whoa) Killin' beats with that Murder Inc., don't I look like I'm Irv Gotti? (Whoa) Ridin' through in my hippy van, you broke bitches don't give a damn You softer than the Michelin man, your bitch put her pussy on Instagram Better go hard when my flow start (start) They brand new, but they old cars (cars) Your pockets is on low carbs (carbs) She do a show, she a polestar In the penthouse with her pants down Get the camera out, no hands now Them hard drugs, we done ran out (let's go) Can't believe that's somebody grandchild (let's go) She's so bad, but I like it (like it) Wanna hear your pussy, I'll mic it (mic it) My credit card bill is righteous but, girl, that ass is so priceless Spend the night with the right bitch, my dick ill, my pipe sick (let's go) Small pussy, tight fit, she loves to sniff that white shit Fuck her free, no charge, I play the pussy like Mozart Eat that pussy, I won't starve (nope) Love the pussy with my whole heart Bitch named Layla my Clapton ho Give me head, put the Benz in captain mode And my belt monogram When I die, bet she fuck my hologram, though When I die, bet she fuck my hologram, though When I die, bet she fuck my hologram We in my black Benz, windows up Gettin' head, smokin' blunts Everybody know what's up, and I turn them girls to sluts Crib's like a mob boss, my bitch get my car washed We non-stop, my dick out, her jaw drop 'Cause all we do is fuck, fu-fu-fuck, fuck All she wanna do is fuck, fu-fu-fuck, fuck All she, all she wanna do is fuck, fu-fu-fuck, fuck All she wanna do is fuck, fu-fu-fuck, fuck, fuck