'Fore we was anything, 'fore you see us Before we was electric, well was Prius Before we dreamt it here, it's nothing to dream of 'Cause let's be honest, you didn't ever think this could be us Now watch me shaking hands on the carpet in Sliding right like you seeing me on thin air I'm wild for the night, got no on getting free You Instagraming you and now you're Instagraming me
See me walk up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (I'm the motherfucker) And if you're to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us) Did it on our own, kept telling us no But now open up the doors wherever we go And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers up? (and they say motherfuckers)
I sing a pop song, I rap a rock I sing a-club-banging, song I'm time, I keep it poppin' like some popcorn Now watch me getting like a motherfuckin' dot com This just how you When you see me in city It's like everywhere I go, fucking wit me Yes I'm on top of my game, they all my name But I told you if you know me you know I never change
See me walk up in the room, I'm the motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what up) And if you're talking to the crew, know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us) Did it on our own, they telling us no But now they open up the wherever we go And now we walk up in the room and say motherfuckers what up? (motherfuckers what up?)
It's like I'm a kid in the back of the Ford Taurus, yes, Waving at some drivers they scream their favorite choruses Now fast forward, my song flashes across the Is this the life I for? Well fuck it man of course it is I needed a mic and a stage I could play on This life's my playground, I'm Harold with a Now how the drought so cold, no No size limit on greatness, Only better bruh, dominate like Federer But if you don't my lyrics send a letter to the editor His address is You', street name is 'Deal Wit It' Make sure you tramp it so I know I still get it Am I a sellout? 'Cause every show I out I hang around with 'til they tell me to get the hell out Middle finger to the haters, tell em up So if you feel that let me hear you say up!
See me up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what up) And if you're talking to the crew, better know you fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us) Did it on our own, they telling us no But now they open up the doors we go And now we up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers what up?)