Batman (with Lil Wayne feat. Moneybagg Yo) - Remix

Remix, baby
I told her that I'm celibate ain't fu- in 'bout a week (I lied)
Psych, -ch, I lied, you can ride me to this beat (to this beat)
I hit her in the Benz, we f- all in the street

-ch, I can't be yo' Batman, all-all red on, I'm slatt man
Do numbers like a stat man, can't trust you like a black van
Had some bumps in the road, I turned it to a flat land
Yo' -ch lit, all my -ches litter like a cat, man

And my lil' mama my Robin, she - your guy and she robbed him
And all these dollars got commas that come with commas behind 'em
And all my slimers be slimin', we wipe his nostrils, he snotty
I swear that shotty like sinus and that Bugatti like Sonic

The-the-the hedgehog, how I speed off, drop the top and take the head off
Pick a -ch up, drop some bread off, get my - sucked, take the edge off
Kill that -, knock it dead off, then I fled off, clean yo' bed off
She gave me a - job, I love that job, I can't get laid off

Had to get my s- straight before I dropped it
Glock-Glock got a -, sell -, I wore a condom
I said, "Baby, I can't be yo' Batman" that's what I told her
Then-then-then I paint her whole face - just like the Joker, Tunechi

No, I can't be yo' Batman 'cause I be robbin' (remix, baby, 'cause I be robbin')
I don't want no lap dance, -, give me noggin (mula, baby, -, give me noggin)
Why you laughin' and playin'? -, get from 'round me (-, get from 'round me)
You know I am the man, Mr. Miyagi (Mr. Mi- what?)

Yeah, I got - from Japan, they call me papi (they call me)
I beat that - so good and leave it throbbin' (and leave it, uh)
'Cause I be slangin' this -, they wanna chop it (talkin' 'bout, uh)
No, I can't cuff on lil' shawty, don't do no coppin' (uh-huh)

You'll think it's 808 the way this beat knockin' (clap, clap)
Florida boy -, when they hear it, they go to boppin' (ayy)
She a lunch lady 'cause the jaw she give is sloppy (I swear)
Stuffin' -k all in her ribs and she keep beggin' me to stop it (yeah, yeah, ayy)

They waitin' for my mixtape, they tellin' me to drop it (come on)
But I gotta get my - straight before I drop it
I be cuttin' up, might pull the plug right out the socket (right out the socket)
I cut 'em like some paper with these scissors, then I rock it (then I rock it)

Now I got the key to the city, so I'ma lock it (so I'ma lock it)
You stressed out, you just worry 'bout how I got it (how I got it)
I keep hunnids and 50s all in my profit (all in my profit)
My life a movie, it's sad, you gotta watch it (you gotta watch it)

Reach inside my pants and pull these bands out my pocket (yeah)
I'ma make a mess in the city, they gotta mop it
Automatic stick come with -, ain't gotta cock it
Glock got a -, see a - and I'ma pop it (ayy, yeah)

No, I can't be yo' Batman 'cause I be robbin' ('cause I be robbin')
I don't want no lap dance, -, give me noggin (-, give me noggin)
Why you laughin' and playin'? -, get from 'round me (-, get from 'round me)
You know I am the man, Mr. Miyagi (Mr. Mi- what?)

Yeah, I got - from Japan, they call me papi (across the countries, hahaha)
I beat that - so good and leave it throbbin' (ugh, ugh, ugh, leave it, uh)
'Cause I be slangin' this -, they wanna chop it (tryna chop it, ah, ah, I swear)
No, I can't cuff on lil' shawty, don't do no coppin' (don't do that, nah, go)

Go lil' vroom, hop out, pop it (pop it), in the coupe with some tropic (tropic)
Give me room, I get nauseous, I sip Wocky, you won't catch me coughin'
Hol' up, watch out how you talkin', yo' life cost a pair of Forces
We'll go shoot yo' stylist in the head for lettin' you think you saucy

You defeatin' the purpose, why you got it if you ain't gon shoot the stick? (Huh?)
I don't like nobody, - you, him, and who else you with (nobody)
When you got the recipe, yo' product keep you in the mix (facts)
She gon' have the nerve to say she don't like me, she just like the - (ugh)

Vikin', I got open, - was slurpin', I was smokin' (ugh)
Bread on top of yo' head, boy, they can't wait to catch you loafin' (they can't wait to catch you)
Do some purple potion in this cup, move in slow motion
Throwin' rocks and hidin' yo' hand, you don't want smoke then don't provoke me (don't do that)

No, I can't be yo' Batman 'cause I be robbin' (I be robbin')
I don't want no lap dance, -, give me noggin (-, give me noggin)
Why you laughin' and playin'? -, get from 'round me (-, get from 'round me)
You know I am the man, Mr. Miyagi (Mr. Mi- what?)

Yeah, I got - from Japan, they call me papi (they call me)
I beat that - so good and leave it throbbin' (and leave it, uh)
'Cause I be slangin' this -, they wanna chop it (talkin' 'bout, uh)
No, I can't cuff on lil' shawty, don't do no coppin' (uh-uh, uh-uh)



Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Robert Lee Perry Jr, Joshua Bates
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