Float Like A Butterfly

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee These niggas ain't fucking with me I go get the bag and I add up them G's Louie V, shades on I can't see Smoking this potency, I can't breathe You hating on me while your pockets on E Stay in my lane, middle finger to the fame Them hoes tryna get me (Get me) Smoking gelati biscotti, I know some niggas that be selling that Whitney Uh, Yeah I can make a quick 50 All of this ice make your bitch wanna lick me Pushing her head down, she tryna kiss me I make her bow down, uh, call me the sensei Get the racks, gotta add em up F*ck a fake nigga, I don't give a f*ck I look at my squad like the mighty ducks Chasing the ring never giving up I got no time for the f*ck shit, you gon get cut No time for the f*ck shit, you gon get bust You ran outta luck All of my niggas shooting like the Milwaukee bucks My nigga don't think shit's sweet I wait till they get close, then I give em the heat I'm swerving in Durban Hitting the curb and I finger roll like Julius Erving Don't get why they wanna do this Bitches stalking, cause I really be popping my shit Don't get mad at me, cause I get off my ass and you broke as a bitch Taking trips, finna fly to Atlanta Killing niggas, but BLACK LIVES MATTER Sitting back high as f*ck Thinking about how can I rise to the top of the ladder? I gotta work, my car go scrrt Displaying my talent right up on the panel Got all of these niggas watching me doing my thing Yo don't change the channel Float like a butterfly sting like a bee (Bee) These niggas ain't fucking with me I go get the bag and I add up them gs Louie V, shades on I can't see Smoking this potency, I can't breathe You hating on me while your pockets on E Stay in my lane, middle finger to the fame Them hoes tryna get me Smoking gelati biscotti, I know some niggas that be selling that Whitney Uh, Yeah I can make a quick 50 All of this ice make your bitch wanna lick me Pushing her head down, she tryna kiss me I make her bow down, uh, call me the sensei These niggas not feeling me They got an excuse to stay in their house I'm outside, still in the quarantine Talking shit online? keep the same energy My diamonds be wet like the Fiji All of my niggas gon eat, we feasting I turn little shit to big things I can't marry a hoe, no wedding ring Living my life with finer things You got to start from the bottom You keep on talking, but that money keep walking So what's the problem? What's the problem?