歌词
作词 : Jason Mills/Alvin Lamar Worthy/Daniel Dumile/Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah/Michel Ripoche/Phillipe Briche/Bryan Williams
作曲 : Jason Mills/Alvin Lamar Worthy/Daniel Dumile/Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah/Michel Ripoche/Phillipe Briche/Bryan Williams
[Intro: IDK & Westside Gunn]
Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah
Ayo
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Bitch, you ain't never been naked on the seashore
Put money on your head, spend the rest up in Dior(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Paris, me and Don C sittin' front row
Elephant drum on?the forty, she ain't Dumbo
Hole in your forehead, I'm talking jumbo
I'm feeling like Shawn, I might shoot a 1-0 (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Please no sparklers, baby, I'm allergic
Standin' on the couch, ace bottle in the desk
[Verse 2: IDK]
Riddle me this, riddle me that
Got the whole world and why we exist finally mapped
The rich kids get all the girls and all the ass
While the broke boys walk with the world, kickin' they back, yeah
She say she want a five-star meal (Yeah)
If it come with head, then it's a five-star deal
She say, shit, she just tried to hit me with a slap
I blocked my face with my hand, now it's a dap
No strings attached, I ain't tryna be a puppet, ya heard?
I'd rather be stung by bees than be ****ing with birds
I say this shit all the time until I'm touchin' her curves
Or 'til it's time to pet the pussy like purr
'Fecto her fur, retro her weave
Hetero her heels, dreez, don't **** up the dress code
She don't need a nigga for shit, she got her own
But if he say he tryna pay, she like, "I ain't sayin' no"
[Pre-Chorus: IDK]
Roses are red (Yeah), violets are blue (Ayy)
"Do you want me for money?" He found out when she said, "I do"
Too late (Yeah), the bitch game too great
The bitch game too great, the bitch game too great (I said)
Roses are red (Yeah), violets are blue (Ayy)
"Do you want me for money?" He found out when she said, "I do"
Too late, the bitch game too great
The bitch game too great, the bitch game crazy
[Chorus: IDK & MF DOOM]
Prada boots with the Nico Louis suit
Ain't got no job but I stay shine (Yeah)
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent
But that's okay 'cause I'm still fly, da-da, da-da
Damn, showboatin', gettin' greedier
Doin' shows for feds on social media
Wikipedia (Wikipedia)
[Verse 3: IDK]
Man, these hoes gettin' greedier, gettin' needier
Doin' stunts for the media, cloutin' serious
Bad shit, yeah, but the mind state is hideous
(Is the head right?) Brain like encyclopedia
Man, that ass look good with your Brazilian lift
The money like that shit, we tryna wife that shit
Might first-class-on-a-Delta-flight that shit
Off tops, I ain't even have to write that shit, yeah
Lamar Odom with the stroke, girl, you got my shit
Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah
You like a Uber when you ride, I might but your ass a
Car-car, car-car-car-car, car
[Pre-Chorus: IDK]
Roses are red, violets are blue
"Do you want me for money?" He found out when she said, "I do"
Too late, the bitch game too great
The bitch game too great, the bitch game crazy
[Chorus: IDK, MF DOOM & Westside Gunn]
Prada boots with the Nico Louis suit
Ain't got no job but I stay shine (Yeah)
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent
But that's okay 'cause I'm still fly, da-da, da-da
Showboatin', gettin' greedier
Doin' shows for feds on social media (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Wikipedia (Wikipedia)
Ayo
[Verse 4: Jay Electronica & IDK]
Every [?] need a Halime Sultan
To establish a tribe and build masjid roofs
On my life, might sacrifice my pray and my death
It's all for the one God who spareth me breath
You could try and lie to yourself about the time
The war between God and Satan [will alter minds?]
In the age of social media, Twitter, YouTube
Google and Wikipedia, pearls get tossed to swine
You stick with Dr. Fauci, I'm runnin' with Dr. Wesley
I'd never let the CDC come and finesse me
I'd never let the fake news from the press distress me
Even though the Devil would love to Malcolm X me
It's him again
With the tint skintone breaching brimstone
Until the man that sing get everything that was meant for him
Just know one thing, and that's the Lord sent me here to be king