歌词
Ernie, you a fool for this one
Nice than a mother****er
Than a mother****er
These days, bitches be polite
Than a mother****er
Nice than a mother****er
Smile in your face, I'm nice
Than a mother****er
Soon as they thought I fell off
Bitches' true colors shine bright
Than a mother****er
Bright than a mother****er
They hate me 'til they meet me
Then they hype than a mother****er
Hype than a mother****er
That's cool
We was never cool anyway, huh, yeah
That's cool, we was never cool anyway
Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger
Lookin' like we won the SuperBowl anyway
Eeh, eeh, **** what you sayin' to me
You was just on my dick just 5 yesterdays
Backstabber on your resumé
Yee, yee, cappin'
And you ain't even got your rent paid
I red the text, what that shit say
I guess I got a short attention span
I learned it
Get it straight from the source
**** the middle man
Huh, oh, you hating
Don't be mad, don't be salty
Don't be bitter, man
I learned it
Get it straight from the source
**** the middle man
Don't got a middle man, middle man
Nice than a mother****er
Than a mother****er
These days, bitches be polite
Than a mother****er
Nice than a mother****er
Smile in your face, I'm nice
Than a mother****er
Soon as they thought I fell off
Bitches' true colors shine bright
Than a mother****er
Bright than a mother****er
They hate me 'til they meet me
Then they hype than a mother****er
Hype than a mother****er
That's cool, we was never cool anyway, huh, yeah
That's cool, we was never cool anyway
Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger
Lookin' like we won the SuperBowl anyway
Huh, look, DJ's say they support
But they still phoney
They don't play my shit
'Less I got Tip on it
They don't play your shit
'Less there's a diss on it
Down to die for this shit
Bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Bitches don't even buy albums
But bitches still do anything for a deal, homie
Act like this shit don't apply to you, huh
Been in their game, look at how they do, huh
Why do yes mans start off ever sentence
With, "Dog, I wouldn't lie to you"
Swag is so malleable, covered in valuables
Now I'm accomplished
Start what I set out to do
When we off the colors, not insurmountable
Bankroll unaccountable
Down at the phantom blue
Bitches drinkin' Rosé like it's Mountain Dew
Guess what she's down to do
Roll up a pound or two
Bruh, she already jiggin'
Ain't no turnin' back
I can no longer be held accountable
Why you make all that bitch music
All you play is that bitch music
Call it what you want
But it ain't an anthem to the strippers moving
(But it ain't an anthem to the strippers moving)
I guess I got a short attention span
I learned it
Get it straight from the source
**** the middle man
Huh, oh, you hating
Don't be mad
Don't be salty, don't be bitter, man
I learned it
Get it straight from the source
**** the middle man
Don't got a middle man, middle man
I just put in work, she call me Mister
Yeah, hey Mister
Mr. Fourth Quarter, Mr. Make-It-Happen
Mr. Clean, what's the addy
Mr. I-Keep-Your-Bitch-Happy
Mr. Cool, damn, that Mister cool
Damn that Ice Cube
Mr. Cow, Mr. Chow
Mr. Come-And-Get-Your-Food
Mr. Bruce Leeroy when they come through
Mr. Rude, Mr. Cutting School
Finna bust a move
Mr. T, Mr. Act-A-Fool, Mr. Break-The-Rules
Mr. Told-You-I'd-Be-There-At-12-And-
Ain't-Get-There-'Til-2
Mr. Thought-I-Was-Gon'-Take-Her-Home
But-Left-Her-In-The-Room
Mr. Screws, Mr. Take-It-Off-
Now-Bitch-Get-In-The-Pool
Mr. Already-Made-It, you can't come around
Mr. Quiet, shh, bitch
Don't make a sound, yeah
I just put in work
She call me Mister (hey Mister)
Get it by the ground, call it Twista
I'm so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture
Look, I'm straight up, she a margarita mixer
Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't never miss her
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister, that Mister, Bobby Bands
Mr. Long, Mr. Get-Her-Wrong, Mr. Sing-A-Song
Hear the bong, Mr. Chichi Chong, Mr. In-My-Zone
Mr. 2Pac Herringbone, on my collarbone
Heat it on, Mr., Mr. Got-It-Going-On
Master dome, black Power Ranger
I do not belong
Mr. Outside-Of-The-Norm, hieroglyphic uniform
Mr. Count-The-Rope
Mr. Fried-Rice-With-The-Prawns
Mr. I-Mastered-The-Style
I'm just working on my form
Mr. Solo Dolo, no
This ain't no ride along
Mr. Me-And-Basic-People-Somehow-
Just-Don't-Get-Along
I just brought a couple negros with me
Please don't be alarmed
Mr. I-Guess-I-Overslept-
And-Slept-Through-My-Alarm
Mr. Rush, be rich, hit me up
I'm just waking up
In the clutch, come through
With the clutch, try me, you can touch
Never blink, never lose no sleep
Bitches huff and puff
Claim they running up, who the ****
And we see such and such
I'm not you, I done paid my dues
I do this shit daily
Mr., Mr. Lituation, Mr. ****-You-Pay-Me
Mr. I-Might-Be-Here-Now
Now I'm out in Vegas
Mr. If-You-Ain't-With-The-Movement-
Ain't-No-Conversation, preacher
I just put in work
She call me Mister (hey Mister)
Get it by the ground, call it Twista
I'm so lazy
Tell my hoe to get the picture
Look, I'm straight up
She a margarita mixer
Mister, yeah
I'm Mister, yeah, yeah, hold up hold up
I ain't never miss her
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister, Bobby Bands, hold up hold up woo