I love the smell of hate, mother***ers gettin' mad, cause your boy gettin' cake Because I drive a fast car, no it's out of state, sorta like the car insurance call me Mr. Allstate Nigga you got food, I'm comin' for a plate, homie niggas got to eat, starvin' niggas lose weight If you think your *** ain't real, then nigga you fake, and if you lookin' like food, then nigga you fake It's mealtime when it's still shy, my bill more, you can get it on the floor, this is real time For real, I'm bout to build pride, much harder than the rest of these artists, I'm out to steal shy New world's mine, you can ask not, plus I got it in the palm of my hand, you better recognize Don't be surprised nigga, be advised, H.O.D. takin' over this bitch, you better run it high H.O.D., yeah we runnin' this dead place, start frontin', you can flip, no pancake Ha ha ha, yeah I fly at your man, wait, why you hangin' homie, get out that man's face H.O.D. recognize the niggas do too, H.O.D. recognize the niggas do too, H.O.D. recognize the niggas do too When them niggas get scandalous, them bitches get scandalous I'm makin' rain with paper like I'm tryin' to spray confetti Apple bottom chicks, you might think I make bread with Nelly Pushin' my buttons like my secondary secretary The pointless arguments is technically unnecessary The boy kickin' my money, it's next to Ben & Jerry's A hundred miles an hour flying, tryin' to test the Chevy Long nose, Mossberg, and my tech is ready So do a push-up, I dare you to start flexin' heavy Noodlehead, I turn you in, it's meatball in a red spaghetti I'm all star, May, February, this is very scary Gettin' green's a redditory, I'm hokey for extra fatty Bein' broke's a jawbreaker, ed, ed, and eddy Six flags ain't as scary, you get your baby berry Flow's out, it's world, E.T., Katy Perry Hawaiian trips while I'm eatin' all my favorite berries Bag your bitch, give a dick, take her to my favorite teller H.O.D., yeah we runnin' this dead place, start frontin', you can flip, no pancake Haha, y'all thought it's your man, wait, why you hangin', homie? Get out there, man, stay H.O.D.'s recognize a nigga's do-to When the niggas get scammed, listen, bitches get scammed again ***, ***, I'm leanin' like a mother***er, pimp, yeah, *** Yeah, I'm cleanin' in a mother***er, and it don't make no sense You weigh the money, how these nothin' ass bitches jump over the fence Phone me, just look at your wrist, homie, ain't really that much on it That's my pimp hand, whoa, I play with him, just spendin' the day with him I come through in the night and just make an escape with him Like, nigga, *** you, she ain't comin' back Money talk bull***, woke, she ridin' out with black And I ain't gotta talk about money, my money talkin' back Every little step that I take, nigga, on another stack I get a fair share, haters at the tip of his flag Cuz they in the hood, still callin' this a welfare I try to tell these mother***ers I'm winnin' from the jump But they ain't wanna believe me, this *** is easy now H-O-D, yeah, we runnin' this dead place Start frontin', you can flip, no pancake Ha-ha-ha, yeah, I'm fly, that's a man's weight Why you hatin', homie? Get out that man's tank Hoes recognize a nigga's tutu Ho-hoes recognize a nigga's tutu Ho-hoes recognize a nigga's tutu When them niggas get stainless, them bitches get stainless