Mondo (Estimate)
[Verse 1: Burger (being mistaken for Tyler, the Creator)]
So cold, n***a, ho ho. So cold like SoHo
In the middle of the winter solstice, when it's hopeless
And Balmain jeans turn missing when that ho hit yo line like
"When we gonna really spend some time?" like
I got too much on my mind, and my penis is stuck in recline
When I beat it like Tyson, Madison Garden, the peak of his prime
"J" in his prime; "J" from the line
Illegal, he vocal recordings deported
Depart with that liquor, that Henney
My system's in need of that Henney. I need it, I need it
Leanin' like Pisa, lean with that pizza
Promethazine and supreme?
Triple beams for the herbs and the seeds. N***a too pretty
You ain't bout shit. N***a, swing but I won't flinch
You a whole bitch. You a hoe bitch
All my clothes circa '06
Circle 'round that profit then attach
Seel a bag, and flip the whole brick
Wholesale. N***as do tell. N***as do snitch
N***as ruthless. N***as toothless
Hey, bald head bitch look like Rufus
[Verse 2: Pablo (being mistaken for Earl Sweatshirt)]
Welcome to Pab's house, home of the roundhouse
Bruh, is we recording?
Big booty burgers on the grill, bad bitches at my crib, n***a
How you feeling is not important
And what I'm snorting
It's none of your motherfucking business 'less you know where I can get this shit imported
Bigger picture still clear, vision just distorted
I've been working, moving weight like I'm not failing on my organs, y mi madre, and my classes
Team thicker than molasses
Blood thinners got me passing out in public, fuck it
All his acid in my stomach
Still ponder how I overdosed and overflow yet never kick the bucket
Chuck it on my list full of accomplishments, comma
Got your bitch treating semen like a condiment
All beef handled by the boss, let me be, little n***a
This is not what you want but this shit was fucking obvious
[Outro: Sample]
- Twenty five hundred dollars? No! The estimate was only for nineteen hundred!
- Well that my young brother is why they call it an estimate. Close to, kinda, could be, heh heh heh. And I estimate you have about two and a half months to get me my money. Now you have a good day at work. I'm going to go have lunch at Mondo Burger, home of the Big Booty Burger. Home of the Big Booty Burger
So cold, n***a, ho ho. So cold like SoHo
In the middle of the winter solstice, when it's hopeless
And Balmain jeans turn missing when that ho hit yo line like
"When we gonna really spend some time?" like
I got too much on my mind, and my penis is stuck in recline
When I beat it like Tyson, Madison Garden, the peak of his prime
"J" in his prime; "J" from the line
Illegal, he vocal recordings deported
Depart with that liquor, that Henney
My system's in need of that Henney. I need it, I need it
Leanin' like Pisa, lean with that pizza
Promethazine and supreme?
Triple beams for the herbs and the seeds. N***a too pretty
You ain't bout shit. N***a, swing but I won't flinch
You a whole bitch. You a hoe bitch
All my clothes circa '06
Circle 'round that profit then attach
Seel a bag, and flip the whole brick
Wholesale. N***as do tell. N***as do snitch
N***as ruthless. N***as toothless
Hey, bald head bitch look like Rufus
[Verse 2: Pablo (being mistaken for Earl Sweatshirt)]
Welcome to Pab's house, home of the roundhouse
Bruh, is we recording?
Big booty burgers on the grill, bad bitches at my crib, n***a
How you feeling is not important
And what I'm snorting
It's none of your motherfucking business 'less you know where I can get this shit imported
Bigger picture still clear, vision just distorted
I've been working, moving weight like I'm not failing on my organs, y mi madre, and my classes
Team thicker than molasses
Blood thinners got me passing out in public, fuck it
All his acid in my stomach
Still ponder how I overdosed and overflow yet never kick the bucket
Chuck it on my list full of accomplishments, comma
Got your bitch treating semen like a condiment
All beef handled by the boss, let me be, little n***a
This is not what you want but this shit was fucking obvious
[Outro: Sample]
- Twenty five hundred dollars? No! The estimate was only for nineteen hundred!
- Well that my young brother is why they call it an estimate. Close to, kinda, could be, heh heh heh. And I estimate you have about two and a half months to get me my money. Now you have a good day at work. I'm going to go have lunch at Mondo Burger, home of the Big Booty Burger. Home of the Big Booty Burger