Fore we was anything fore you could see us
Before we was electric well that was Prius
Before we ever dreamt it here
it's nothing to dream of
Then let's be honest you did everything
thought this could be us
Now watch me shaking hands on the clock getting demands
Gliding hard right like you seeing me on thin air
And boy out for the night got no plans on getting freaky
You were Instagraming you
and now you're Instagraming me
See me walk up in the room
I'm the same mother****** what up
I'm the same mother******
And if you're talkin then prove
better know you ain't ************* wit us
you ain't ************* wit us
Get it on our own they keep telling us no
But now they open up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room
and we say mother******s what up
and we say mother******s
I sing about a song I rap a rap song
I sing a club banging make them panties raps on
I'm show down I keep poppin like some popcorn
Now watch me getting money like a mother************* ghetto
This just how you know
When you see me in your city
It's like everywhere I go everybody ************* wit me
Yes I'm outside but my game they all cheering my name
But I told you if you know me then you know I never change
See me walk up in the room
I'm the same mother****** what up

And if you're talkin then prove better
know you ain't ************* wit us
you ain't ************* wit us
Get it on our own they keep telling us no
But now they open up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and we say mother******s
what upmother******s what up
It's like I'm still a kid in the back of the Ford Taurus
Yes waving at some drivers
while they screaming favorite choruses
Now fast forward my song flashes across the dashboard
Is this the life I asked for Well ************* it man of course it is
I just needed a mic and a stage I could play on
This life's my playground I'm hero with a crayon
Now how the drought so cold no shrinkage
No sales limit on greatness Dinklage
Only getting better bruh dominate like fetera
But if you don't like my lyrics send a letter to the editor
His address is ************* You' street name is Deal Wit It
Make sure you tramp stamp it so I know I still get it
Am I a sellout Cus every show I sell out
I hang around with fans til they tell me to get the hell out
Middle finger to the haters tell em shut up
So if you feel that let me hear you say what up
See me walk up in the room
I'm the same mother****** what up

And if you're talkin then prove
better know you ain't ************* wit us
you ain't ************* wit us
Get it on our own they keep telling us no
But now they open up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room
and we say mother******s what up