All y'all ni**as wanna get like me

Surrounded by bitches that look like these

You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it

All my ni**as be blowing on trees

Hands so sick so they throwing up keys

You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it


I say all y'all ni**as wanna get like me

(All y'all ni**as wanna get like me)

Now who wanna shake don’t look and see

And then count the bitches, ni**a - 1, 2, 3

I said and if you feel like something else there

Then tell her that you down for something else yea

And if she say, "Kissin' far as it goes"

Don’t worry, she straight like a actress nose

You can ball and ball, do it wall to wall

Just sayin that you can’t do it small is all

You can floss Rolex over Audemar

Om the arm and I’m outshining all of y'all

Can you feel it? Hey, hey

Do you want more? Hey, hey

Til yo back sore Hey, hey

So let’s go, let’s go - AOOOWW!


All y'all ni**as wanna get like me

Surrounded by bitches that look like these

You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it

All my ni**as be blowing on trees

Hands so sick so they throwing up keys

You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it


Uh! I'm the shizzniyee

You should follow my example - bitch, i.e

Cuz I'm front row, Isaac Mizrahi

In the truck but I ain't suck diznayee

All these hoes wanna get like me

Get their own speakers and some prose like me

When I'm at the game, all the pros like me

Bitch I'm a pro, ain't a ho like me

Bitches ain't stuntin' in the cold like me

Some call me bitchie, so Necole like me

Pull up in the ghost, East Coast like me

My ni**a spend money like the coke price free

Uhn! Bon voyage

Nicki M. Baby, Buns Minaj

Back of the ‘Bach slumpty, Humpty Dumpty

On the back of the bike, these stunts be comfy


All y'all ni**as wanna get like me

Surrounded by bitches that look like these

You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it

All my ni**as be blowing on trees

Hands so sick so they throwing up keys

You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it


You wrong

Why you dance solo to this song?

Where your boyfriend at, he gone?

Is that a napkin you put your number on?

You so wrong

Drop down shawty, get your eagle on

Tell your boyfriend you stayin with Simone

Matter of fact, put your number in my phone


I’m a fly ni**a tatted up with the fade

Yea I was rocking waves when them ni**as had braids

It was Air Force 1’s then I took em all to J's

Now they wanna play dumb like they from the Bay

I was tourin overseas, 2-50 everyday

Just came back in the middle of the may

In the Maybach with this chick named May

Wanna know if she can do me, Shawty yes you may

See the whole rap game sounded like me

Put that on the drums but it sounded like P

Shawty say she horny, sounded like it

So she wanna bring her partner, okay the sound like 3

Fresh off the yacht, feet in the sand

Walk in the club, meet with her man

Got a whip on the lot, 'bout 400 grand

Go around my ni**a, puts me close to hand cuz


All y'all ni**as wanna get like me

Surrounded by bitches that look like these

You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it

All my ni**as be blowing on trees

Hands so sick so they throwing up keys

You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it