[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
[?], mother fucking god again
I was licking n***as balls until my fucking dick was red
But now these n***as think that I'm weak
I smoke mother fucking kush you don't even gotta speak
My n***as smoking on it, my n***as toking on it
I'm swallowing the fucking kush, y'all n***as choking on it, huh
AK-47 n***as know I got that money, n***a
I just fucked your bitch and after that I hit my Dougie
Hit my fucking Dougie like it ain't tomorrow
Ask a bitch does she got some pussy I could borrow
Hit that, hit that, money I get that
N***a got a problem get is wig and I split that
Okay, okay, n***a cause I'm like DJ Quik
Just the way I quick that
Hit it with finesse, n***as know that I'm the best
N***a do I got grey hair mother fucker
Do it look like this n***a stressed? Hell nah
These n***as already know, that I got bitches and I got hoes
And these n***as already- (What are you doing)?
What the fuck you doing? What the fuck I'm doing
Counting money up, n***a, uh
Any n***a got a problem, lil n***a better go and solve them
I'm with your baby mama
She Mexican and you already know that she made a n***a enchiladas
I'm with these n***as, making that money, counting these figures
I got z-