[Game]

[Intro]

Hey walle, get on the phone man, call that nigga meek mill

Tell that nigga meek mill get on the phone call that nigga boss

Tell boss get on the phone, call that nigga french montana man

Tell this nigga let me hold this beat too man, lego

Pop that, don't stop, pop that don't stop [x4]

Uncle luke, you better that hoe,

I'm the shit bitch and I know you smell that hoe

Beat the pussy I swoll that hoe

Lick the cat and then mail hoe

Cop the yeezys never wear that doe

You fuckin kim k nigga share that hoe

Real nigga everywhere I go

You got one, you better marry that hoe

She got a fat monkey, a camel toe

She armenian and she call me daddy-o

She like it from the back, no patio

I'm from the too live crew, her daddy know

I'm fresh as fuck, no flat top

I got flip flops in that black drop

No green screen in my black drop

I got green things in my backpack

I'm thugging, welcome back pac

I'm a mac nigga, no laptop

My bitch ass fat and no ass shots

She get motivated when that cash drop

Don't call my bitch no stripper nigga

She's an exotic dancer to twerk when you tip her, nigga

Amber rose ain't got nothing on mulan

Megan good, ain't got nothing on chyna

And I know tyga, how I know tyga

Megan good, ain't got nothing on chyna

Shit japan ain't got nothing on chyna

Wish that was me, nothing on chyna

Damn, there I go again

I ain't tryna start nothing by speaking nothing on chyna

Don't stop, popping that, she pick it up and she dropping it

I like red bones a little chocolate

And I'm asap with that rocket list

And I'm swagging and splashing and fucking these hoes

I'm blowing that kush and it's stucked in my clothes

They blowing my dick 'til I nut in they nose

These niggas they know they can't fuck with the flow

My mozzy is cold, my bitches are hot

We walk in the club, she sneak in the glock

We turning it up, off of peach and ciroc

With bottles and bottles

Like when does it stop?

With models and models they known to be fucking

She say she a virgin I know that she bluffing

I'm knockin and stuffin out that english muffin

I turn on the oven and whoaaa!!!

Coke boy I like 'ole boy

I got a gold impala like dope boy

Twerking it, working it

Like waffle house I'm serving it

They play with it, I'm murking shit

You jasons kid, I'm dirk and shit, you square niggas with your circle head

And you don't stop, what you twerking with

[Hook]

[French montana]

Work, work, work, work, work, work

What you twerkin' with

Throw it, buss it open

Show me what you twerkin with

Ass so fat, need a lap dance

I'm in that white ghost chasin' pac man

Hundred out the lot, I be leaning thats a rock

Hundred large bring a mop

Cars tinted like barack

Got a brinks truck in my pocket

30 chains on my collar

2 drops, no mileage

Top off like wallace

And I'm hella smoke, bitch know that

Filthy rich before rap

Your new deal, I throw that

3 benz I'm on that

We pop a molly, she buss it open

She seen it, got it, that pussy soaking

[Hook]

[Rick ross]

I love my big booty bitches

My life a godfather picture

Local club in my city

I fell in love with a stripper

Bitches know I'm that nigga

Talkin four door bugatti

I'm the life of the party lets get these hoes on the molly

You know I came to stunt

So drop that pussy bitch

I got what you want

Drop that pussy bitch

Feel me, feel me

This bitch want me to feel me

Ballin', ballin' like I play for new england

Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute

Thats 50, 100, I see no fucking limits

Shout out to uncle luke

Shout out my bitches too

We the 2 live crew

2 for me, 2 for you

Feed them bitches carrots

Fuck 'em like a rabbit

Sorry thats a habit

Smoke a spliff and then I vanish

[Hook]

[Drake]

I'm about being single, seeing double, making triple

I hope you pussy niggas hating never make a nickel

It's good to make it better when your people make it with you

Money coming, money going, ain't like you can take it with you

It's about to be a hit right now, fuck back then, we the shit right now

Dropped 'take care', bought a muthafuckin' crib

And I'm picking up the keys to the bitch right now

Ovo that's major shit, toronto with me that's mayor shit

Gettin cheddar packs like kd, okc that's playa shit

We don't dress alike, we don't rap alike

I shine different, I rhyme different

Only thing you got is some years on me

Man, fuck you and your time difference

I'm young papi, champagne

They know the face, and they know the name

Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains

And you'd owe me change, ah!

Greystone, 20 bottles that's on me

On the couches, wildin' out

Yelling 'free my niggas' 'till they all free

One of my closest dawgs got 3 kids and they all 3

But we always been the type of crew that been good without a plan b

[Hook]

[Lil' wayne]

Biiiitch, stop talkin' that shit

And suck a nigga dick for some trukfit

Okay I fuck a bitch and I'm gone

That's gangsta al capone

I make that pussy spit like bone

Talkin' bout bone, bone, bone, bone

I'm fucking wit' french, excuse my french

I lose my mind before I lose my bitch

Money ain't a thing but a chicken wing

Bitch I ball like 2 eyelids

Ymcm-beat that pussy up

Stop playin', I make her ass scream and holla, like rock bands

I'mma beast, I'm off the leash

I am rich like a bitch

On my pro-active shit

Pop that pussy like a zit

I go by the name lil tunechi

Your girl is a groupie

And nigga, you's a square

And I would twist you like a rubix

Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard

Watch me do a trick hoe

I'm 5? 5 but I could 6-9

Then beat that pussy like klistcko

It's french montana, fuck joe

It's weezy f, fuck hoes

It's truk the world

It's truk yo girl

It's trukfit by the truck load, biaaaatch

[Hook]