text: Intro:
  Plenty more for you, boy
  We in the funky four door, no floor
  Verse 1:
  Hit me on the celly, watching Belly
  Gods son, I can see they study Makaveli
  Peanut butter Benz, got them jelly at the deli
  If you feeling like a ninja, I got a machete
  Hell yeah, them girls bad, but Im fucking heavy
  Imma fuck around and have them looking like spaghetti
  I say some shit, he be like, Yo, you so legendary
  But he can tell just by my face he aint getting any
  Hook:
  Plenty more for you, boy
  We in the funky four door, no floor
  He was serving that raw, oh boy
  She was making that noise, oh boy
  Plenty more for you, boy
  We in the funky four door, no floor
  He was serving that raw, oh boy
  She was making that noise, oh boy
  Verse 2
  Meet me at the Rucker, take the Bruckner
  Its just me and Young Yucka, taking suckers
  For they money and they whips, putting kitten on lips
  Dividing them dividends, get the money and dip
  Keys to the niggas safe, put it under my tits
  He got kis of that raw, it could fit in the six
  Got a Ups connect, so we good on them trips
  Automatic bottle service so we good in them Vips, nigga
  Hook:
  Plenty more for you, boy
  We in the funky four door, no floor
  He was serving that raw, oh boy
  She was making that noise, oh boy
  Plenty more for you, boy
  We in the funky four door, no floor
  He was serving that raw, oh boy
  She was making that noise, oh boy
  Verse 3:
  These civilians, what up nigga? Excuse my millions
  Im in the V like a widows peak
  Its just me and my Rolls Royce pillow seats
  Why they staring at me? I brung Maclaren with me
  Yo, matter of fact, I think Imma bring Donna Karan with me
  And you my son, I dont know, its just the parent in me
  I am the best, I am the queen, its so apparent in me
  Im in Hollywood with Shia Labeouf
  Most of you rappers aint eating, that diet is rough
  You want some hot shit? Send that wire to us
  I make them change their name to Diddy, retire the puff
  Im getting acting money
  You niggas is Kevin Hart, yall be acting funny
  Imma a keep a linebacker, tell em tackle for me
  Yo, you seen my last pic, go double-tap that for me
  Cock back, Red octagon, stop that
  Hook:
  Plenty more for you, boy
  We in the funky four door, no floor
  He was serving that raw, oh boy
  She was making that noise, oh boy
  Plenty more for you, boy
  We in the funky four door, no floor
  He was serving that raw, oh boy
  She was making that noise, oh boy