Pardon My Ego - Logic

Skinny Nikki geeky, gettin' brain dead, uh

I don’t give a fuck what the lames say, uh

Old girl wanna give the boy head

How 'bout a little bitty self-love instead?

I can’t fuck a ho, I’d rather self-love instead

Can’t save a ho, no S on my chest, or gun to my head (Ah)

Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)

Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread, uh

I ain’t just tryna get a nut off

Bobby Boy be quick to leave a bad bitch cut off

Like when you in the studio and the vocal get cut…

Five hundred thousand for a one-off

Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)

It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin' like a gun off (Uh)

Bumping N.W.A.

on the 101-uh (Uh, woo, uh, uh)

Five hundred thousand for a one-off

Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)

It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin' like a gun off (Uh)

Bumping N.W.A.

on the 101-uh (Uh)

Like (Ah)

Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)

Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread

I’m feelin' like Kid Cudi

A little crazy, but tell me, what genius ain’t a little nutty?

Everybody be like that sometimes

You can hear it in me in some rhymes

I ain’t bipolar, Kanye make me wish I was

'Cause that level of genius the meanest

Nobody fuckin' around with that flow

When I spit it, you know it’s the cleanest, uh

All my haters can suck my penis

Went from five hundred a show to sellin' out arenas

From SOB’s in NYC

To smokin' trees at the motherfuckin' Garden

Pardon my ego, uh

Maybe it’s the weed smoke

Maybe it’s the beat though

If I draw it in the sand

Better not cross the line like a free throw, uh

Five hundred thousand for a one-off

Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)

It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin' like a gun off (Uh)

Bumping N.W.A.

on the 101-uh (Uh, woo, uh)

Five hundred thousand for a one-off

Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)

It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin' like a gun off (Uh)

Bumping N.W.A.

on the 101-uh (Uh)

Like (Ah)

Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)

Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread