ook n***a i could roll up some more weed or order 22 more bottle of don p my presidential rolex shinin that’s on g’s the clothes thta i got on all designers from overseas i pulled up gettin high told the valet to hold my keys hopped out walk in that muthafucker bought everything thta i see niggas hatin b*****s wishin they could get in position for some infiltration taylor gang mutha f****r don’t deal with no shape ship only real mutha fuckers come up on my playlist i keep it way to real to f**k with your fake s**t it’s the real right hero one up and face it t’g'o’d gettin high rollin weed up for everyone to know me t’g'o’d in the club poppin bottles blowin weed by the o-z t’g'o’d and you know i’m gettin cash cause i’m all about that paper give a f**k about a hater t’g'o’d’ peep the game from the floor seats here for my throne put them b*****s in a nose bleeds t’g'o’d married to the money fornicatin with a baller f**k a pre-nup like the kobe’s t’g'o’d’ educatin’ hoes on the what where hows og embodying a boss see b***h i school s***s on the whats and the whos and the guts and the shoes of how the body of a boss be (uh) now it’s rock a bye b*****s lights out when i’m rockin my b*****s a*s to waist ratio giuseppe shipped out in on a cacchio rent on a vashio oh la la la, it’s the way that we rock when we doin our thing oh la la la. it’s that first class high that the taylors bring my circle anti-square can’t compare liek a aunt i care ain’t i there sonning you hoes i birthed none of you hoes have earned none of you hoes have learned vicariously livin thorugh my shadows got em throwin more shade than a clouded out meadow livin in a land called la la no have learned maserati sittin on lips all yellow smoked out interior like a cigarello now these hoes wanna hang leave em hangin like hello ha ha ha ha until my lifeless corpse in the depth of the earth i forever stay a real b***h and only fear god when the devil get to temptin me i only hear god and my struggles help build me so i now endear odds lauryn we’ll forever love you you’ll forever fill hearts with hip hop t’g'o’d gettin high rollin weed up for everyone to know me t’g'o’d in the club poppin bottles blowin weed by the o-z t’g'o’d and you know i’m gettin cash cause i’m all about that paper give a f**k about a hater paper paper paper i’m so f****n taylored b***h burnin dope gettin ashes on the calculator big wads in my pockets, money bery big i’m so sincere ridin in a belly bin hit the booty club drinkin side fire gin juicy j don’t f**k with racket hoes only 10′s t’g'o’d gettin high rollin weed up for everyone to know me t’g'o’d in the club poppin bottles blowin weed by the o-z t’g'o’d and you know i’m gettin cash cause i’m all about that paper give a f**k about a hater