歌词
作词 : Anthony Hester/Dexter Gore/Rakim Mayers/Trocon Roberts
作曲 : Anthony Hester/Dexter Gore/Rakim Mayers/Trocon Roberts
Ayo big bro, you ****ing with that? Hah, okay cool
That's my ****ing brother right there, ya dig?
Dexter, ooh, wait
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, groove
Baby girl watch how you move
I got them vets on my shoes (I do)
I pop a pill then I lose it (Wait)
Speed it up (Speed)
Look at the diamonds, they eat it up (Eat)
Grab me two b*****s, I beat it up
They thinking I'm wifing, deleted 'em (Uh-wait, ooh)
Pints in, call up Rocket, ooh (Uh-what)
My brother plug like a socket (Ooh)
Geeking this shit, yeah I got 'em
Open the safe, you can't lock it (What)
Sippin' that Wock, yeah I go to the top
Bust on yo b***h like a Glock (Ooh)
She like to suck on my clock
I get the money don't stop, Dexter
Hah, know I'm saying?
Like, I know you like this beat too
But you a ****ing goofy though (****ing lame ass shit)
Uh-wait
Word around, word around, word around town
I heard this boy was a clown
Swim in yo b***h once I drown
Call up my plug for the pounds
Odd Future, yeah, it's right on my clothes
Bad b***h, yeah, I watch her do coke
Broke as hell, I used to sleep on the floor
I never do it no more, ooh
Telling you broke, it's no joke, ooh
I used to kick in that door, wait
Now I'm selling out these shows
Water my wrist, Fendi right on my clothes, huh
Hold up lil mama, you tweaking
A bad b***h, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican)
Get her off m***y, she geekin'
Call up your friend, yeah we chill for the weekend, Dexter
You know I'm saying
Like, no no no, we can only chill for the weekend
Then you gotta go
Call your friend too, Dexter
Order VLONE, color orange mango label
Rotary phone, in my old school Mercedes
Smoke OG grown, when I'm Californicating
I got 3 phones, business, conversation, and relation
Hold up, wait a sec, wait a min, wait a tick
Jacob my wrist, nothing was fake on my wrist
Four finger ring on my hand
Say what you say to my wrist, talk to the hand
Don't wanna resort to the hands
What the face say to the fist
(I'm Rick James b***h!)
Ha, funny and shit
A fifth of the tab
Suck on her t**s
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter's Lab on the flix
Speed it up, speed it up, speed it
Up
Just in the track and I beat it up
Acne my jacket from Sweden (Huh?)
My chick don't exactly know English
They ain't 'bout that action no beefin'
I might as well go back to vegan
My shit might go platinum first week
Play that shit back and repeat it (Uhh)
Word around, word of mouth, word around town
You the one doing all the murder round town
Pulling up, shoot 'em, leave the burner down town
Shoot em like the birdie, cause they all fly south
Whippin the, whippin the, whippin the wrist
I'm ****ing your b***h and I'm up in your fridge
I only tell stories to tuck in the kids
So how in the **** can they **** with the kid?
Ha, funny and shit
I'm back in my bag
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter's Lab on the flix