HAHA!

Yeah, huh, huh, yeah
Okay
Bag it up, Toretto
Huh, uh, haha, uh, aha, uh, aha, uh, aha

Huh, uh, aha, uh, aha, yeah
I'm laughin' at ya, uh
Don't need to be all in the mix, I'm master
Catchin' up, so you better move faster

I ain't droppin' a minute, was gettin' my racks up
Yeah, you know how that shit go
Holdin' on to my trauma, I really don't want her
But I think I need to let shit go

Stay away from the drama and stick to the commas
I see how they curve when you get broke
Shorty built like her mama, she do what she wanna
I bet she be in my mine by the end of the summer

We gettin' freaky in the back of her Hummer
She blowin' bubbles like them Hubba Bubba
I don't wanna confess, yeah, I think that I love her
Big bubble, but yeah, I know I'm in trouble

Uh, yo, I'm that nigga, can get what you need
Tryna' be up like I'm Jay and you Queen
Don't gotta speak, I just know what you mean
Follow my way, I can tell that you lost

Can tell by ya driving, ya got too much exhaust
No one has ever let you be a boss
Invest in ya business, I got you, of course
Cause I know the course

Let me take that weight off your shoulders real quick
That's my type of vibe
If I had a whip, I would pick you up in, let's slide
Huh, I ain't got license right now, so

Let's drive your whip
Heh, if you with it, that's fine
Huh, we can have a hella good time
Huh, huh, huh

Don't need to be all in the mix, I'm master
I turn nothin' into somethin', i craft her
Did the impossible, I did it faster
Niggas can't stop me, ain't no regular rapper

Hot like wasabi, yall just need to cook up
She gave me head that made me put my feet up
She goin' crazy, she my little tweaker
Need a band if like you want a feature, yeah

I been on the Pop My Shit World Tour
I don't need friends, I don't need no whore
Matter of fact, nah, I'ma need her jaw
Said she a Leo, I'ma make her roar

Said you in my house, better do your chores
Use that mop, better clean them floors
Here's your allowance now if you want more
You gotta show me who you adore

I'm laughin' at ya
Don't need to be all in the mix, I'm master
Catchin' up, so you better move faster
I ain't droppin' a minute, was gettin' my racks up

Yeah you know how that shit go
Holdin' on to my trauma, I really don't want her
But I think I need to let shit go
Stay away from the drama, and stick to the commas

I see how they curve when you get broke
Shorty built like her momma, she do what she wanna
But I bet she'll mine by the end of the summer
We gettin' freaky in the back of her Hummer

She blowin' bubbles like them Hubba Bubba
I don't wanna confess, but I think that I love her
Big bubble, but yeah, I know I'm in trouble
I'm laughin' at ya