2010 Bieber

Yeah, f*ck being humble Pockets fat, blue hundreds fall out like cookie crumbles Not no sellout if I sell hundred-K I'll do that shit no bundles Black diamonds my presidential Rollie' I'm rolling like Obama I'm anemic, mink jacket on my back, yeah, all summer When I walk in I feel awesome, yeah when I walk in I feel awesome Yeah when I walk in I feel awesome, yeah when I walk in I feel awesome It don't matter what you put on I just look better so I'm a out-dress you This a lime-green coupe not a slime-green coupe, when I pull up they think I'm a bless you Seven figure home, outskirt Barcelona, all paid off but rapping like rent due I might've tapped his ten one night, some light, but he mad like I meant to I got eights and nines and like I said tens too, so it's like loose change in my bedroom Got fettuccine, cheddar, and the bread too, aye Come to the backseat, head room, bitch in the back so it don't got no legroom Oh he a killer, well I'm already dead too, aye I'm at the top, everything else below me, so if you fall I cannot catch you, aye I'm fried my brain like a fever, got swag like 2010 Justin Bieber All of y'all in the bleachers, I don't need no fucking features Her tits like pepperoni pizza, I got a ruler, teach 'em I got all these rapper sons, I might just go beat 'em For years I had my hand out feeding, for years they all been overeating Running laps around my competition, got 'em tired sleeping All my bitches foreign, need a visa, fucking 'em raw while I'm chiefin' on reefah Like I don't listen to Playboi Carti, broke bitch I don't see ya' That pussy sweet like dessert, hop in that pussy f*ck swimming, I surf I f*ck that bitch 'till she squirt, her love is rage just like Lil Uzi Vert I'm a lil' kid but mature, dunk in that hoe just like a Spur I go hard for her, I make hits like that, for sure It don't matter what you put on I just look better so I'm a out-dress you This a lime-green coupe not a slime-green coupe, when I pull up they think I'm a bless you Seven figure home, outskirt Barcelona, all paid off but rapping like rent due I might've tapped his ten one night, some light, but he mad like I meant to I got eights and nines and like I said tens too, so it's like loose change in my bedroom Got fettuccine, cheddar, and the bread too, aye Come to the backseat, head room, bitch in the back so it don't got no legroom Oh he a killer, well I'm already dead too, aye I'm at the top, everything else below me, so if you fall I cannot catch you, aye Only eighteen but I'm touching forty, how that work Clutching forty, press a button, light turn on recording, watch it work Ice on my neck, I told the bitch come hit the slopes, like, let's go snowboarding Life ain't fair, I aim for the head on every first shot, man, without no warning, okay I'm the type might take a Rolls-Royce on a road trip Took the Molly in a Rolls-Royce, that's a road trip Pull off in a Lamb, yeah, that's some GOAT shit Called my main by side name, now I'm like "oh shit" I'm the type might take a Rolls-Royce on a road trip Took the Molly in a Rolls-Royce, that's a road trip Pull off in a Lamb, yeah, that's some GOAT shit Called my main by side name, now I'm like "oh shit" It don't matter what you put on I just look better so I'm a out-dress you This a lime-green coupe not a slime-green coupe, when I pull up they think I'm a bless you Seven figure home, outskirt Barcelona, all paid off but rapping like rent due I might've tapped his ten one night, some light, but he mad like I meant to I got eights and nines and like I said tens too, so it's like loose change in my bedroom Got fettuccine, cheddar, and the bread too, aye Come to the backseat, head room, bitch in the back so it don't got no legroom Oh he a killer, well I'm already dead too, aye I'm at the top, everything else below me, so if you fall I cannot catch you, aye