Thanks Pharrell

Uh, set it up, double cup
Told, told shawty let me fuck
She got a real nigga, stuck like chuck
She only two cups in, now she throwing up
Where your real hood, throw that shit up
These niggas ain't real, it's a cover up
Now she lying tryna make all these stories up
Told her politely, you can get the fuck
Uh, I'm a smooth cat, ain't nothing but breadwinners in my habitat
It was nine o'clock, she had to have that
Hitting it from the back, pulling all her hair back
Uh, if she want to get it, I'm a grab that
Snitches always cliquing up, like a snapback
Everytime I rap something, niggas want to rap that
See that ass, I gotta slap that
Fuck that, uh, I'm bringing crack back
Funky ass hoe, always tryna throw that ass back
Bring lesser than a band, you getting laughed at
Like I said before, where the cash at
Yea, these niggas finished
Mixing all this shit, I might as well be a chemist
No, stacking all these racks a nigga should've played tennis
If she love me, she'll tell me that
Jump up in that pussy, you can tell I ain't scared of that
Hit up all the trap niggas, see if they can scale that, mama asking where the mail at
I'm a real hustler anything I can sell that
Rare boys on top yeah nigga I can tell that
Real za huh, I had to smell that
Fuck all these fake ass niggas where the real at
Uh, I had to kill it, gave it to me raw, mane you know I had to kill it
I'm on the ceiling
All I want to do is be on top of the building
Had to start back up, all she want to do is fuck
All she want to do is, tear me up