作词 : Darold Brown/Tairiq Devega/Adam Kirkman/Adam Feeney/Chauncey Hollis/Jamel Phillips/Rakim Mayers

作曲 : Darold Brown/Tairiq Devega/Adam Kirkman/Adam Feeney/Chauncey Hollis/Jamel Phillips/Rakim Mayers

Yeah, I can't relate

Yeah, to none of you rappers are actors

I swear that these niggas be fake

**** out my face, yeah

Way too much food on my plate for her

To be actin' all stank, yeah

Diamonds on bling (bling blaow-blaow)yeah

We smoked out, my b***h is so bad

I had to go buy her a mink

**** what you think yeah

'Cause me and the money in love

I think I'ma buy it a ring

My diamond's shining, yours cloudy

Diamond's ice, play hockey

Lean got me feeling drowsy

Stripper b***h, she work at Follies

Meet me at the hotel lobby

Air Max, running to the money

You ain't takin' nothin' from me

And I'm gon' die bout it

(Focus) from demons, distractions

To all the reactions of fame

She probably collapsing her heart over taxes

I'm blowing a kiss on the way

Production big, can't fit on a stage

Too many fans to fit in the crowd

Too many bands to get them on stage

Screwin' his band, his rhythm on stage

I say in advance, so pay in advance

I'm way too advanced to figure him out

I set the bar, don't give them a break

The bar's too high to give it a raise

A flow, like God, so give him a raise

Stones I got, I get 'em appraised

Draw my Glock and get him erased

Slow you, God, I give it away

I can't relate (no) yeah (no)

To none of you rappers are actors

I swear that these niggas be fake (no, yeah)

**** out my face, yeah

Way too much food on my plate for her

To be actin' all stank

B***h, new Versace

Sippin' sake with my posse (yeah!)

Eat that p***y like hibachi

Leave it wet, that shit Dasani?(alright!)

Salvador Dalí, her body (yeah!)

It's a work of art, you copy??(Ferg!)

B***h, all she do pilates

I go hard, you rappers copy

'Cause it feels so good when it's you

And it feels so good when it's new

Yes it feels so good when it's new

Why you actin' like you ain't knew?

B***h, new Versace

I be mobbin' with my posse

Stretch that coochie like pilates

I'm gon' eat it like hibachi

Play no game, no Tamagotchi

Finger froze like Liberace

**** that b***h, I make her knot me

While I rep Trilluminati

Yeah, oh, right

Pelle Pel, butter soft, we was in them lobbies

Holla holla, steady mobbing, only God can stop me

Dollar signs, a lot of diamonds

I'm about to sign me

Cop a Tommy, yeah, the Tommy, thousand band like Fauni

All in the forest, hey, lookin' for porridge, hey

Ricky in storage, fresh with the chorus

Dressed like a tourist, hey

That's with the bomber, huh, **** up some commas, hey

Glock for the drama, hey

Do what I want, **** when I wanna

'Cause it feels so good when it's you

And it feels so good when it's new

Cuz it feels so good when it's new

Why you actin' like you ain't knew?

(Nigga) I can't relate, yeah (no)

To none of you rappers are actors

I swear that these niggas be fake

(Nigga) **** out my face yeah

Way too much food on my plate for her

To be actin' all stank yeah

Diamonds on bling (bling blaow-blaow) yeah

We smoked out, my b***h is so bad

I had to go buy her a mink

**** what you think yeah(**** what you **** what you think)

'Cause me and the money in love

I think I'ma buy it a ring, yeah