Cortana

Call me Danny Ocean Pre-determined motion Didn't need you then, why the f*ck would I keep it open I'm dreaming 'bout my Yacht In the middle of my Lake Catalina wine So much fucking money you gon' need a rake Oh great I've been shopping out of state Flexing on myself and I'm improving every day Moving around the shelf Trying to find out where I stay I've been thinking way too much I need to take a fucking break On my own now Slow to get it going But I swear I'm on a roll now Strikes on a full count Used to ride my bike Walk through the night Leaning back Hand up on the wheel And I'm steady driving slow now Betting when it's done, I'll be the best to ever go down Second guessing, what a lesson, can't control the come down Killed the game before they knew my name Where's my bone crown Yo, yo, I need to slow down F*ck, I need to slow down, God Take a breath or something F*ck Actually, no, f*ck that Excuse me, excuse me Excuse me, I need the extra room I swear I didn't mean it if I'm dishing attitude But get the f*ck up out my way if you think I'm being rude, man God damn it Honestly, I'm with it Catch me washing all the dishes If I whip a Honda Civic or a bucket full of bitches The end result's the same What the f*ck's my name You play with me, I promise Imma leave your ass in stitches I can steal your misses I can steal your fame I can steal any note in your vocal range I do this all day And some change You won't ever catch me once I get it going, man This one's for me, f*ck all of you You industry plants You business tools Till my last breath, till after I'm dead Imma keep making hits This shit came from my room I was born to drop Y'all were born to flop I want a cop a AP with diamond rocks I want a bag so deep my girl can shop As much as she wants until her fucking arms fall off Swear imma fucking get it Manifest it now Imma be a problem for y'all once my album come out Mr. Fantastic Funky man elastic I'll be running through these hoes, better use a plastic