歌手:Tory Lanez
专辑:《The New Toronto 3》

作词 : Daystar Peterson/Jonathan Demario Priester
作曲 : Daystar Peterson/Jonathan Demario Priester
I just wanna say from the bottom of my heart
I'd like to take this chance to apologise to absolutely nobody
The double champ does what the ** he wants
'Bout to go stupid again
She out the roof of the Benz
I'm 'bout to do her to get her
I'ma fcuk two of her friends
Just made a flip off the wop
Fcuk the Frank Mueller, I jump out the jeweler again
I fcuked my money up on the re-up
But I got it right back and I blew it again
Bag full of bricks
Back sellin' Knicks like Ewing again
Trap ain't bump like this since '06, so the boys just start U-in' again
Clear it out
Grrrr, stick 'em
Air it out
Brrrr, flip 'em
Whereabouts
I ain't never 'bout to give 'em
Fair amounts
I ain't never finna hit 'em with
Triple in it, double-up the stash, caught a brick
Another half, finna got another twenty on the vision
Special lil', flip it, did a caddy from the kitchen
I'ma hustle 'til the car came with another brick in it
Crib came with another ***** in it
If you ain't gettin' litty with the shitty, I'ma put another ***** in it
***** better hit me with deep throat (Oh)
And no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Michigan, ayy
Oh, uh, damn, shit
I'm goin' stupid and shit
She play the flute with my ****
Wrist, sick, I got the flu on a *****
I play it cool on a *****
Hit, stick, that's how I do on your *****
What I'ma do in this *****
***** was great, flew out and flew in this *****
40, shinin' and shinin'
Way in the hills, I'm high in the climate
Nigas is trickin' and nigas is simpin'
Payin' for heels, and winin' and dinin'
Jewish lawyers on the phone call
I said I'ma sign that lil' shit when I sign it
I got these Benjamin Frank on my body
Ain't finna fcuk if this shit ain't exotic, woo
Ten traps phones 'cause the ***** keep on callin'
Sleepin' on the floor, I be scammin', gettin' it all in
Do the money dance when the money fall
Niga, fcuk my ex, I'm uninvolved
You can suck my d*ck and lick a nut too (Woo)
Yeah, you don't like me, niga, fcuk you, fcuk you, fcuk you
(Fcuk you, niga)
Damn, he runnin' through all his paper
That's what I do to a hater
Don't touch two things: my hair or my paper (Woo)
Passin' that ***** and she hot
Pass her like hot potato
I grind, I skate her
And she look good, I might date her
P*ssy was good and I ate it
Lil' *****, I'm Bajan, woo
Wait, hold the fcuk up, hold the fcuk up, hold up
So we both at the function, you know what I'm sayin'
You pull up with your ***** in the 458
I pull up with my ***** in the 488
You pull up beside my shit, like, "Yo, what's the difference between my 458 and your 488?"
'Bout like eighty to hundred thousand, **** sucker, beat it
'Bout to go stupid again
She out the roof of the Benz
I'm 'bout to do her to get her
I'ma fcuk two of her friends
Just made a flip off the wop
Fcuk the Frank Mueller, I jump out the jeweler again
I ****ed my money up on the re-up
But I got it right back and I blew it again
We don't wanna hear no sucker shit after this shit either, niga
Know what I'm sayin'?
Oh, you worried 'bout your *****?
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, she's here
Know what I'm sayin'?
Oui, oui, parlez-vous franais and all that good shit
Ha, straight off the runway in Paris, niga
Give ten fcuks about a *****