Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive What's your name again, nobody knows it Don't speak to me, nigga, you not a pro and I'm focused They say I'm nutty, I'm pick a basket I'm short of a sandwich, peanut butter Boy, swapping's a fact, please come and get me Said I suck him at your neck like a hickey, boy, I'm sickly Like a HIV victim, ain't nobody *** with me I got bad from New Zealand, why'd he call me a demon? And a terrorist, goddammit, I couldn't believe it Been a kid from the country, I never fall, never temper But you *** up as a parent, your child, I was a *** I clearly don't give a ***, so you can run that *** back And *** your loud pack, and *** your Snapchat Cherry Bomb, the greatest *** album since the days of Sound And that *** gon' pop just like that nigga that was never around Damn, got to drop, gas him up, dick exhaust Young T, can't quit, hard to beat, dick is soft He ain't lying, he the truth, call him Simba, beast is loose Tyler, the creator, swear to Jesus, juice Put that *** cow on my level, cause I'm raising the stakes Mom, I made you a promise, there's no more Section 8 And what we ate was the steaks, now our section is great Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas passing my plate Why, why, why, why don't they like me? Cause Nike gave a lot of niggas checks But I'm the only nigga to ever check Nike Richer than white people with black kids Scarier than black people with ideas Nobody can tell me where I'm heading But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding They say I'm crazy, but that's the best thing going for me You can't lynch Marshawn or Tom Brady throwing to me I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of them I believe you like a fat trainer taking a bite of something I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds I drip the Tupac, you ask me, are you still down? Yeah, my nigga, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on I know they tell their white daughters, don't bring home Jerome I am the free nigga archetype, I am the light and the beacon You can ask a deacon, it's funny when you get extra money Every joke you tell just be extra funny I mean, you can even dress extra bummy Cocaine, bathroom break, no, it's extra rummy And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me Oxford on a full-blown lecture from me And the Lexus pull up, ooh, like hop, like hop, hop, like, what's up? Ooh, ooh, ooh, step back, hold up, my nigga, you suck, hold up Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I studied the proportions, the motions Running out of Autobahn, speed level Had a drink with fear, and I was texting God He said, I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard Hold your *** horses Niggas really *** thought that he lost it Like I bet it at an auction, been exhausted I've been working while y'all still in broke Smoke like broken exhaust tips, *** losers Hold your *** ponies, my homie I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shawnees, yeah It's Torchy, homie, master of ceremonies I knock them down, diamond, no effect, no pepperoni, I swear It's them God boys, like them hot boys To the nine-nine and two-thousand, but it's the two-thou And the one-four and the one-five, yo, what up, Wang? What up, Slam, nigga, go hard Yeah, I'ma go hard like before Kane Got too much, drive me like ten lanes Life is a brawl, then she get brain That's that roll head, it's a dream call Got a full tank of that same year I was born That's that one-nine-nine-one Another nigga like I, you won't find one Cause, nigga, I'm a God, a divine one My trigger finger wise, but my nine don't Middle finger blind, so it's ***, A-N-Y-1 *** skating, die, son, a hundred ways to die, son I'm staring at a trampoline, make my eye jump Use Adderall like a lung, clock swape my high up Stakes are high, well done in prime, cut Eat up my stick, my rollie in her mouth at the time Come, she got hair like Sinene And eyes like Wanda, oh my goodness Raining bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy But, yeah, we hitting models like Tony Parker Be hitting bottles, bitch, I'm going harder than Yellow Cabbie Stopping for Lionel, black ass nigga They be ducking us, nigga, shout out to Donald Sterling Boy, let's get a scrimmage and cook some niggas I'll bring the clippers and a couple owners That's kinda German, you bring the nooses And a couple trees where the money growing Get bodies burning, cause I'm trying to hang Like I'm Mr. Cooper or Julian Berman With some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham My new music's all over the street Like Eric Sermon was, *** us Maybe we should team up, anti-golf boys Cause I don't *** with me either I'm a liar, I'm a faggot, uh Son, you need Jesus But I heard he left Sunset to grow up to a Yeezus Well, I'm praying for the new Yeezus And you pussies praying that we squash the beef like zucchini I know it ain't game, nor fame, nor tame Or lame, nor strange Dog, faggot, it's Golf Wang