I might just hit it raw, hold on, that′s not my element

I like dark skins, love her melanin

Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin′ inThirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in

I had the Lambo′, switch to the ′Rari

I'm a gangster, but I like to party

Pop a Perky, go retarded

I′m a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted

That′s why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait)

Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on)

I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me

I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV"

I can′t fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy

She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me

But she a bad gyal, and she freaky

I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi

I never hit a bitch more than once ′cause they be leeches

But her pussy good, it taste like peaches

But she can have it, I don′t need it

I'd rather have my money green like kiwi

I don′t talk to niggas, 'cause they be cappin′

Disrespect me, and see what happen

I don't make a call for war, I start snappin′

Grr, them bullets blastin'

All the opps mad, that I lapped them

He said, "What's stackin′?" Nothin′ but my money

'Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky

I ain′t a pretty boy, but I ain't ugly

And I′ll take your bitch, in a second

If she a real one, then I'll protect it

Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it

And it′s all VVS and flower settings

I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element

I like dark skins, love her melanin

Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin′ in

Thirty bottles of Azul, tell ′em send 'em in

I had the Lambo′, switch to the 'Rari

I′m a gangster, but I like to party

Pop a Perky, go retarded

I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I′m cold-hearted

Yoz, what you tellin' me?

Yoz, what you tellin' me?

Yoz, what you tellin′ me?

Yoz, what you tellin′ me?

Yoz, what you tellin' me?