Fat Raps 3 - King Chip, Big Sean, Curren$y

Y’all don’t even trip

They can’t see me in my shit

Man, you see me when I whip

The low breezies with the tints

Magnifique with the French

, but I don’t really keep that shit

Girl get your ass in it or I’ll

And you know that, roll it in a roll map

If you don’t know how to roll that

I’m stash cash and it brings me till I raise the roof up

If she got them Vici Secret’s she gon' get

I don’t fuck with niggas, but get rich off niggas call me Colonel Sanders

If you need my whip call it Bernie Sanders

Pop that pussy if it’s hot then drop that pussy, what

If baby girl about it dawg I knock that pussy, what

I’m tryna tell you what it is, ‘fore I do you wrong

Then I’ma tell you what it is, call it Google Chrome

And being broke is something E don’t do

That’s why I always hear «AE I-O-U»

She’ll never get her vowed up, no «I do»

And I’m always going in nigga, no drive through

No Kreezus, fresh out the box

This is

Chasin' the sun halfway to another million

Trapped door floors, chandelier ceilings

Bitch you running with the dealers

Three piece wheel less, parked out front, they gotta feel this

Dressed out, still geared up

When I arrive bitches cry like I die

Fresh to death or what, you decide

Suck a nigga with that new design

I wasn’t

Picked up checks, hella times

Bathing Ape Lookbook 2005

Busy works bees getting waxed in the hive

I been in the

High on trees, climb top, look at me, can’t stop ‘em

Can’t cop it, one to one, and shed it when I dropped it

Smoked out in the tropics, send your girl to cop me boxes

Got a lot of for an hour, and then I shower

In a direction of them dollars, I’m all about it

Came to get money, won’t leave without it

Outside we got them low riders hoppin'

Laid them fat raps, got swollen pockets

And in the magazines printed all about it

Live life, get high, change the world, do it all man before you go

In Europe riding Europeans so it’s not a foreigner

They like show me the moves, no time for a tutorial

It’s levels to the game, like who put this shit on story mode

His story historical

Mr. Anderson I know Sway ain’t got the answers so I’m looking for the oracle

All my favorite rappers told me life’s a bitch, so I’ma fuck the world through

the glory hole

So that bitch can’t take me to the Maury show

If she don’t smoke weed, pop pills, suck dick

If it’s one thing that I hate, man it’s boring hoes

All my girls love me, so if I die today it’d be like 5,011 some freaks at the

memorial, bitch

Got a couple screws loose

Still in a winner’s circle, you just tryna get off in a loop, fruit, loop

Turned nothing into two, something into new

I could write a bestseller outta alphabet soup

Came up nigga yeah that’s all we do

The world is in my palms, I’m a fucking

Girl on my arm, she in love with my charm but

She can’t hold my hand no, even if she palm read

First time I met Oprah, boy that was motivation

Went from standing in course, to starting up a corporation

All my hoes rated R, all your hoes overrated

And I fuck ‘em just cause, still no relations, bitch call me

Yeah, and we got LeBron back

I’m doing the Johnny Manziel he’ll never sign no contract

Cause I’m bound to no noun, no person, place or thing

Could ever percolate no king, I’m in a circle with these rings

I call Donald Sterling up and said I’m back and proud

She said I’m mixed, I say would you mix with black and mild

Bitch bad but she looking for a favor

She working bottle service hope a nigga come save her

I just and snap a photo

She said «Ooh, was this Malibu» all I could say was «No hoe»

All I need is two blunts and a bottle water

Need my bitch to be a queen not a daughter

Bitches with their own cribs offer me a

you know I get them cause I got them

looking like somebody shot them

East side of Cleveland take your life without no problem

Ballin', we all got a little bit of Pac in us

You racists I respect you more if you just wore your swastikas

Keep it twerking, I’m a rapper and a person

You can tell how I keep smoking, keep cursing

I’m with Mike Tyson, eating a sandwich

And my bands hella thick, check the bandwidth

Cause the DJ came back up and like the backwood

Eating good, bitch I’m living good cause I rap good