(The fuck you mean, you don't know DJ Marc B?) She fucked around and sucked me in the back of this Benz I fucked 'round and picked up her friends I left the show about two, then I went to the booth And I fucked 'round and left about ten Candler Road don, they treat me like a prince Askin' myself why I drip like a rinse Got all this fame, shit wasn't even part the plan So many bands, I can't go broke again I gotta pull up my pants when I go on my 'Gram So many sticks like we goin' to Iran Huh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait She make that fat ass shake like a 'quake You ain't gettin' no cash, you can't do nothin' but hate No debates, we gon' get the bank We sell out these dates, get to rockin' this place Sell out these dates, get to rockin' this bitch (Sell it out) Land on that boy, he was poppin' his shit (Man down) Green light the boy, we not stoppin' for shit (Green light) One-of-one made, we not shoppin' for shit (One-of-one fabric) Nigga got that cannon, we gon' crop him out the picture (That's on God) I just caught a rich bitch, she just took me to the Ritz (Huh?) No kid (No kid), got Amari fur on my bitch (Got Amari fur) No, not no five-oh, these backends we gettin' (No, not five) Don Corleone, he don't wait, he go get it (Don Corleone) Poppin' late night with like thirty-some sticks (Huh?) Like Trump finna send us all the way to Iran Geeked off this Henn', no pad or no pen (Geeked up) He ate the cheese, got the rat on the stand (Ate) Wait (Wait) He don't want no beef, he get ate (Hell nah) Stay out the way, it get late (Let's go) She fucked around and sucked me in the back of this Benz I fucked 'round and picked up her friends I left the show about two, then I went to the booth And I fucked 'round and left about ten Candler Road don, they treat me like a prince Askin' myself why I drip like a rinse Got all this fame, shit wasn't even part the plan So many bands, I can't go broke again I gotta pull up my pants when I go on my 'Gram So many sticks like we goin' to Iran Huh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait She make that fat ass shake like a 'quake You ain't gettin' no cash, you can't do nothin' but hate No debates, we gon' get the bank We sell out these dates, get to rockin' this place (Iceburg) Iceburg and Big Quill get to rockin' this place (Yeah) Act like a bitch, the Glock right in his face (Skrrt) He poppin' his shit, pop him right in his face (Pop) Paparazzi, they run up, they all in my face (Mhm) I'm hot like a Taki, I'm Scotty 2 Hotty (Hot, hot) I got this shit flamin' on plate, okay (Ooh, shit), alright My Benz got big old body Hit it cough, I smoke exotic Bitch, I'm a boss, still be in projects Soon as I pull up, she suckin' my private (Skrrt, ugh) Nigga run up quick, I bet he die quick Gave me the key to the game and I locked it Walk straight in that show, start a moshpit (Yeah) Hold up, open that shit up (Hold up, open that shit up), up Open it up, up, huh (Iceburg) She fucked around and sucked me in the back of this Benz I fucked 'round and picked up her friends I left the show about two, then I went to the booth And I fucked 'round and left about ten Candler Road don, they treat me like a prince Askin' myself why I drip like a rinse Got all this fame, shit wasn't even part the plan So many bands, I can't go broke again I gotta pull up my pants when I go on my 'Gram So many sticks like we goin' to Iran Huh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait She make that fat ass shake like a 'quake You ain't gettin' no cash, you can't do nothin' but hate No debates, we gon' get the bank We sell out these dates, get to rockin' this place