[Intro]
Yo Mr. Carmack I had to man
They want the music so let's give them the music

[Verse 1]
I'm so on you can't turn me off, I'm not really sure why you'd even try
I'm the dude that you never see, I stay low-key and you all know why
Can't fuck with too many people, 'cause chances are they try to eat you
But I eat these beats and I feed these streets and I calculate and press equals money
Yo my cellphone on napalm and you rappers makin' me facepalm
I'm in disbelieve I can't proceed to feed my rant
If I keep on talkin' my mouth gonna get my in trouble, if you know what I'm sayin'
And I got a cellphone for the bad women that's probably wishin' they could have a night
She said I'm too hot so she passed it right and then I took her for a ride on Aladdin's ride
Tell the club that I got a group, fuck bottle service, stay takin' shots
And who you know can spit so cold and still find a way to make a come out hot

[Verse 2]
Yo what's word to mouth these days bro, who's fucking who and who's gettin' rocked
Who's droppin' what and who's makin' moves and who gives a fuck about what they thought
I can't lie to you I don't pay attention (Fuck nah), because it pays to mention
I don't fuck around so don't fuck around and now your girl wanna ride like the bus in town
Got my numbers soarin' and climbin' up
You got a fake ass watch and your time is up
And all the girls wanna flirt now, that's just something that I saw coming
And when she leaves the hotel room I fucking say you saw nothin'
It's fuck what you've heard with that dick in your ear
Congratulations man you the dick of the year, hatin' on twitter and talkin' that shit
I really did not wanna bring that shit up but it's gon' work out like it's doing sit ups
And Imma get money 'cause it ain't enough, so fuck it, so fuck it, so fuck it bitch
Doin' so much that I'm starting to cross off a bucket list
I will not let myself get fucked up over some fucking shit
'Cause money is money and chicks will be fucking chicks
Man but don't get it twisted, I'd love me some fucking chicks