What's your name? B.o.B? So, they calling you Bob? Stop playing, nigga, you know that I'm known for the 'Bob Couple hit songs, got you thinking you a hearthrob Well, this thang so good, make a nigga wanna sob (Hmm, hmm) You don't need a feature? Nigga, I'm the feature You gon' be the priest, and I'mma be the preacher You can be the He-Man, I'mma be the She-Ra You can be the Grim, I'mma be the Reaper Now can we pretend them airplanes in the night skies Are like shooting stars? Well, you gon' really need a wish right now When my goons come through and start shooting stars You know, I'm all about shoes and cars I'm kinda drunk off booze, Bacardi I told Baby when I get my new advance I'mma blow that motherfucker on a blue Bugatti You know, I graduated summa cum laude That's why they thinking I'm Illuminati And matter fact, let's kiss and make-up I'll help you escape on my blue Ducati Hallelujah!