Mardi Gras (feat. Shotgun Willy)
Minty kisses in the morning
I'm the cake and you're the frosting
We could stay here for a lifelong
Sleeping flowers, live in love songs
I only wake up when you've given me (Wait, did the beat go off?)
Ay, yeah, yeah
Wake up to the money like, "Hi, good morning!"
Keep three hoes on me, now I think I'm Mormon
Billy only count it up if it's blue like Corbin
Don't hit my line if you know l'm recording
'Cuz I got these hits but now she wanna have my kids
But this ain't Maury Povich, I heard your last man shopped at lids
You know I'm poppin' off
I gets a lot of guap (a lot of guap)
She tryna take it off
Like it's Mardi Gras (ooh)
They all love me
Yeah, like I'm Sosa
Making money like Oprah
Now your girl coming over (oh, oh, oh)
I'll tell you why they love me not yo average Joe
I kinda think it's funny that you're all still broke
I'm poppin' off like champagne, did it on my own
L.A. to Galápagos and I know a lot of hoes that
Don't fuck with you, they fuck with me now
When we talkin' money, you turn into Mr. Bean
Now my favorite color green
I'm flyin' overseas, stuff you do in your dreams
Aye, my favorite color green
I'm flyin' overseas, stuff you do in your dreams (now I do it on repeat)
You know I'm poppin' off
I gets a lot of guap (a lot of guap)
She tryna take it off
Like it's Mardi Gras (ooh)
They all love me
Yeah, like I'm Sosa
Making money like Oprah
Now your girl coming over (okay, oh, oh, oh)
You know it ain't lit 'til I walk in the party
Is that your dude over there? I'm sorry (sheesh)
Getting buckets but I ain't a bozo
Beat the beat up like it stole from me, aye
My nose runny, my neck caught a cold from it
I'm back, it's Billy season
And to all the other rappers, it's hunting season, aye
Rich off the internet, iCarly
And I'm with my dogs like Marley
Ghost ride that whip like Caspar
Posted in the cut sippin' gold Bacardi
Good with my numbers, rain man
And my friend keep a stick like a caveman
She want it all on her face like a spray tan
You know Billy stay clean like Maytag
Mmmm, love my minty kisses
Mmmm, la la la
I'm the cake and you're the frosting
We could stay here for a lifelong
Sleeping flowers, live in love songs
I only wake up when you've given me (Wait, did the beat go off?)
Ay, yeah, yeah
Wake up to the money like, "Hi, good morning!"
Keep three hoes on me, now I think I'm Mormon
Billy only count it up if it's blue like Corbin
Don't hit my line if you know l'm recording
'Cuz I got these hits but now she wanna have my kids
But this ain't Maury Povich, I heard your last man shopped at lids
You know I'm poppin' off
I gets a lot of guap (a lot of guap)
She tryna take it off
Like it's Mardi Gras (ooh)
They all love me
Yeah, like I'm Sosa
Making money like Oprah
Now your girl coming over (oh, oh, oh)
I'll tell you why they love me not yo average Joe
I kinda think it's funny that you're all still broke
I'm poppin' off like champagne, did it on my own
L.A. to Galápagos and I know a lot of hoes that
Don't fuck with you, they fuck with me now
When we talkin' money, you turn into Mr. Bean
Now my favorite color green
I'm flyin' overseas, stuff you do in your dreams
Aye, my favorite color green
I'm flyin' overseas, stuff you do in your dreams (now I do it on repeat)
You know I'm poppin' off
I gets a lot of guap (a lot of guap)
She tryna take it off
Like it's Mardi Gras (ooh)
They all love me
Yeah, like I'm Sosa
Making money like Oprah
Now your girl coming over (okay, oh, oh, oh)
You know it ain't lit 'til I walk in the party
Is that your dude over there? I'm sorry (sheesh)
Getting buckets but I ain't a bozo
Beat the beat up like it stole from me, aye
My nose runny, my neck caught a cold from it
I'm back, it's Billy season
And to all the other rappers, it's hunting season, aye
Rich off the internet, iCarly
And I'm with my dogs like Marley
Ghost ride that whip like Caspar
Posted in the cut sippin' gold Bacardi
Good with my numbers, rain man
And my friend keep a stick like a caveman
She want it all on her face like a spray tan
You know Billy stay clean like Maytag
Mmmm, love my minty kisses
Mmmm, la la la
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, William R Marchiafava
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