Yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh) Yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh) Yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh) I'm the blond hair don, lil' bitch, I ain't playin' Yeah, I'm the boss, what the fuck is they sayin'? Nigga wanna play, leave him right where he standin' And this bitch so bad, let her hold my hand I can't walk in the mall 'cause they know who I am I don't even like Saks but I need some pants Bitch, I got racks, what the fuck is you sayin'? And this bitch call me dad but I'm not her parent Yeah, I speak all facts, man, I'm so transparent Man, I'm so transparent Bitches so transparent Niggas so transparent, they see-through I got these fuck niggas scared to make moves I make real deal plays, not YouTube Her ass real deal fake, her boobs too If you get real deal racks, they hate you Yeah, and I make the music they move to But my boy on my side might shoot you I don't try to get fly, it's usual I don't try to get high, it's usual Keep it right on my side, won't lose you When I look right in your eyes, it's truthful Damn, I really like drugs, they useful I get high as the motherfuckin' moon, ooh Yeah, let's take a trip, man Yeah, let's go to Paris, France Said they ready for me, they ain't ready yet Got the world in my hands and I'm grippin' it I buy so many clothes and don't take pictures I'm so stuck in my ways, I'm seein' different It's too easy, I'm fuckin' these niggas' bitches I feel like Weezy, it's codeine that I'm sippin' I don't see no competition, I see a difference I don't do no politickin', don't talk to niggas I don't do no pocket watchin', I'm livin' different I don't trust no fuckin' thotty but love my bitches I'm the blond hair don, lil' bitch, I ain't playin' Yeah, I'm the boss, what the fuck is they sayin'? Nigga wanna play, leave him right where he standin' And this bitch so bad, let her hold my hand I can't walk in the mall 'cause they know who I am I don't even like Saks but I need some pants Bitch, I got racks, what the fuck is you sayin'? And this bitch call me dad but I'm not her parent (Clayco on the beat)