Bubbly

Hey, London, can you bring me a lighter real quick? That might be my tag for my producer shit When I start makin' beats (This shit need to be on film) Oh I'm goin' in, let me do the whole song (What's the problem?) It's my birthday, hey It's my birthday, hey She gon' get to twistin' on the pole with her legs Please don't get it twisted, mmm, this bitch about her bread Tried to give her Hennessy, she want a Perc' instead These bitches love my energy, they want me in they bed I'm the biggest joker, need a bitch like Harley Quinn Ain't fishin' for no bitches, I'm like Nemo with one fin Keep thinkin' with your dick and we gon' put it on your head A brother in the other room, puttin' a bitch to bed I told this nigga he gotta stop fuckin' on my friends He looked at me, he dropped a bean, he said "I got a plan" Add them bitches up, okay, you do the math, aye Let me do me, you do the other half, yeah I done got to the point where I ain't gotta ask What the fuck is your point? All my bitches bad Order on Wednesdays, put it on my tab Fuck a Throwback Thursday, I ain't goin' out sad And your one night only done turned into a bag Your Nissan Altima, it turned into a Jag' Hmm, yeah It's my bitch, yeah It's my birthday, yeah She just started, say it's her first day, hey Yeah, it's her first day, oh woah She get retarded, she get freaky She's so bossy, she ain't easy She ain't with that he-or-she-said She just wanna party, yeah, go DJ Bitch, you know I'm ballin', you ain't in my league I walk in unbothered, don't you bother me Watch how you talkin' when approachin' me A nigga tried it and we left him with a injury When I was on the East, they ain't even notice me I got my mink on, but I take it off, roll up my sleeves (What's up?) Before I blew up, I passed out off some bubbly (Some bubbly) I fell out in the White House, I felt like Hillary (I felt like Hillary) Dead presidents got me shivering (What's up?) I'm beyond cold because of my grandmother's remedies Know our niggas take you out your misery Are you gon' bust it open for my niggas who ain't make it here? I know you wanna go some places, baby, I can take you there I got a lotta acres, got a crib and it's spacious there Been workin' on myself, I haven't mastered my patience yet She been workin' on herself, tryna build up her credit score This mob, we gon' hustle on our tippy toes She know it's survival, she gon' dance on her tippy toes Candlelight dinner, she leave a nigga bloody rose Coked-out nigga, she gon' leave him with a stuffy nose Learned this shit from my grandma, she used fuck with hoes Learned this shit from my grandma, she used fuck with stoves Six years old, they thinkin' I ain't know I'm at the sidewalk like "What up? What you need? What you want" If I wasn't rappin' then, I would be sellin' clothes My nigga said if he weren't rappin', naw, he still sellin' bowls Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Niggas can't fuck around Bitch ass niggas look, I'm done with the song