[Intro]

Yeah

Can you please mothafuckin' rise

For the national mothafuckin' trap star anthem

Let's go



[Chorus x2]

Cause bitch I'm amazing', look what I'm blazin'

Eyes so low, yea I look like an Asian

Forever clubbin', forever thuggin'

Haters run they mouth, they ain't talkin' bout nothin'



[Verse 1]

Cause Bitch I'm amazin'

Closed door armour, lookin' like it's miller times

Sixty Seven diamond chain, who he think he Busta Rhymes

Bitch I bust a lot of rhymes, could of done a lot of time

And I ain't never snorted shit, put it all up on the line

Got a lot up on my mind, got a lot up on my plate

Got to feed my hood, So I'm up and down the interstate

The streets need a nigga, so I'm in and out that vocal booth

Hoes love a nigga, cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe

But nuttin but banana split, say that I'm her favourite

If you can take a lot of dick, I can talk a lot of shit

Go on baby swag it up, show them haters who your with

Bring you want that gangsta shit, who you niggas fuckin' with



[Chorus]



[Verse 2]

Cause Bitch I'm amazin'

First I sold two mill, then I sold another one

Told them if you pay for three, that I will front another one

Told them if they give me this, then I'll record another one

But if you can not give me that, ain't no sense in callin' back

Fuck you think they sell me for, fuck you think they find me at

Damn right American, I'm gonna need a bigger hat

Close your eyes imagine this, gonna need a bigger safe

I got bills up in that bitch, that bitch stacked up since 98

Let 'em talk, let 'em hate, watch them lick the navigate

If you touch 'em, wipe 'em off

Bring a brush, then take em off

I can make an avalanche and I ain't talkin Chevy trucks

Call me Georgia lottery cause I'll be talkin mega bucks



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

Cause Bitch I'm amazin'

Must of spent ten grand to make they coupe stand taller

First round draft pick, yea I'm mother fuckin balla

Just right your number down, baby girl I might call ya

If she give it to me now, she won't live to see tomorrow

And if she playin' with it, she won't make it thru the night

Before the song with kanye, I had my money right

Used to call me vice grips, yea I get my money tight

Now it's time to re up, then I make my money white

You can catch me at my jewel, yea I like my money bright

You can find me at the lot, yea I like my money fast

Two hundred on the gas, two hundred on the dash

Yea I'm spendin' all money, now I'm livin' in the past



[Chorus]