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Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four-door, no floor
Hit me on the celly, watching Belly
God's son, I can see they study Makaveli
Peanut butter Benz, got 'em jelly at the deli
If you feeling like a ninja, I got a machete
Hell yeah, them girls bad, but I'm f-g heavy
I'ma f-k around and have 'em looking like spaghetti
I say some s-t, he be like "Yo, you so legendary"
But he can tell just by my face, he ain't gettin' any, kyuh
Plenty morefor you, boy
We in the funky four-door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four-door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
Meet me at the Rucker, take the Bruckner
It's just me and Young Yucka, takin' suckers
For they money and they whips, puttin' kitten on lips
Dividin' them dividends, get the money and dip
Keys to the n-s safe, put it under my t-ts
He got ki's of that raw, it could fit in the six
Got a UPS connect, so we good on them trips
Automatic bottle service so we good in them VIPs, n-a
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four-door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four-door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
These civilians...
What up, n-a? Excuse my millions
I'm in the V like a widow's peak
It's just me and my Rolls-Royce pillow seats
Why they staring at me? I brung McLaren with me
Yo, matter of fact, I think I'mma bring Donna Karan with me
And you my son, I don't know, it's just the parent in me
I am the best, I am the queen, it's so apparent in me
I'm in Hollywood with Shia Labeouf
Most of you rappers ain't eating, that diet is rough
You want some hot s-t? Send that wire to us
I make 'em change they name to Diddy, retire the puff
I'm gettin' acting money
You n-s is Kevin Hart, y'all be acting funny
I'ma keep a linebacker, tell 'em "Tackle for me"
Yo, you seen my last pic, go double-tap that for me
Cock back, red octagon, stop that (stop that)
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four-door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four-door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy