text: All yall niggas 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 niggas be blowin on trees
  Hands so sick so they throwin up keys
  You know it, you know it
  You know it, you know it
  I say all yall niggas wanna get like me
  Now who run the show go look and see
  And then count the bitches, nigga - 1, 2, 3
  I said and if you feel like something else there
  Then tell her that you down for something else, yeah
  And if she say, Kissin far as it goes
  Don’t worry, she straight like a actor’s 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 yall
  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, oww
  All yall niggas 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 niggas be blowin on trees
  Hands so sick so they throwin up keys
  You know it, you know it
  You know it, you know it
  Uh! Im the shizzniyee
  You should follow my example, bitch, i.e
  Cause Im front row, Isaac Mizrahi
  In the truck but I aint suck diznayee
  All these hoes wanna get like me
  Get their own speakers and some prose like me
  When Im at the game, all the pros like me
  Bitch Im a pro, aint a ho like me
  Bitches aint stuntin in the cold like me
  Some call me bitchie, so Necole like me
  Pull up in the ghost, East Coast like me
  My nigga spend money like the coke price free
  Uh, 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 yall niggas 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 niggas be blowin on trees
  Hands so sick so they throwin up keys
  You know it, you know it
  You know it, you know it
  You wrong
  Why you dance so low 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 nigga tatted up with the fade
  Yeah, I was rocking waves when them niggas had braids
  It was Air Force 1’s then I took em all to Js
  Now they wanna play dumb like they from the Bay
  I was tourin overseas, 2-50 every day
  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, sound like me
  Say she wanna bring her partner; okay, that sound like 3
  Fresh off the yacht, feet in the sand
  Walk in the club, me in demand
  Got a whip on the lot, bout 400 grand
  Gold round my neck, pistol close at hand cause—
  All yall niggas 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 niggas be blowin on trees
  Hands so sick so they throwin up keys
  You know it, you know it
  You know it, you know it, uh