Well, it is a weepin
It is a weepin
It is a- when it comes through my sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Yo
I
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Yo
I
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
Yo
I
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Yo
I
Okay, drop it to the flo
Whoa, make the ground move, that
Built a house up on that ass, that
(Roll, roll) roll my weed on it, that
Say, Ye, say, Ye, don
I work them long nights, long nights to get a payday (huh?)
Finally, got paid, now I need shade and a vacay
And niggas still hatin
So much hate, I need a AK (AK)
Now we out in Paris, yeah, I
White girls politickin
(Get–get–get–get–get) gettin
I give her that D,
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
Yo
I
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
Yo
I
Well, it is a weepin
It is a weepin
It is a- when it comes through my sound (swerve) which is the champion sound (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve) believe, believe (swerve)
Yeah! It
I
I
I
All she want is some heel money
All she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out
I weighs it up, that
Check the neck, check the wrist
Them heads turnin
My Audemars like Mardi Gras
That
Two-door preference
Roof gone, George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake
So your Duncan Hines is irrelevant, woo
Lambo Murciélago
She go wherever I go
Wherever we go, we do it pronto, it
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
Yo
I
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
Yo
I
It is a weepin
It is a weepin
It is a- when it comes through my sound (swerve) which is the champion sound (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve) believe (swerve)
It is a weepin
And who no have teeth gwan rub pon dem gums
Cuh when time it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
The bugle has blown fi many times and it still have one more time left
Cuh the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder
Let the suicide doors up
I threw suicides on the tour bus
I threw suicides on the private jet
You know what that mean, I
I step in Def Jam buildin
Tell
Most rappers
Turn up the bass
Don
Plus, yo, my bitch make your bitch look like Precious
Somethin
Now the whole party is melting like Dalí
Now everybody is movin
Don
Niggas is loiterin
You gon
Okay, now catch up to my campaign
Coupe the color of mayonnaise
I
Spit rounds like a gun range (baow)
Beat it up like Rampage
Hundred bands, cut your girl
Now yo
Grade A, A1
Chain the color of Akon
Black diamonds, backpack rhymin
Co-signed by Louis Vuitton (yup)
Horsepower, horsepower
All this Polo on, I got horsepower
Pound of this cost four thousand
Now I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain (rain) pourin
All my cars is foreign (foreign)
All my broads is foreign (foreign)
Money tall like Jordan (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
Yo
I-I-I-I-I
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
Yo
I
Well, it is a weepin
It is a weepin
It is a- when it comes through my sound (swerve) which is the champion sound (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Well, it is a weepin
It is a weepin
It is a- when it comes through my sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe, believe, believe