Box Office Lyrics

I'm in the back of the Beamer, she wanna ride a two seater

I was just driving a beater, still got my hand on my heater

And trust her no hoe don't believe em, trust her no hoe don't believe em

I'm getting money regardless, my little shawty she flawless

And we in the party, we going insane

We off the Bacardi, she stay on my brain

She live with her mama, her daddy's not around

But when we get back in town, we shutting it down

Uh, uh, all these hoes, these days all they want is clothes

Uh, uh, all these hoes, these days all they want is clothes

Uh, uh, uh

This chopper is bussing, I swear I'ma up it

It ain't no discussion, y'all faking, McLovin

Tony Hawk with it, I'll skate to the finish

Pop it and shove it, get blood on the linens

Yeah, all of these niggas be faking, these niggas be stunting

I'm out in London and counting up hunnids

I made another one, got the crowd jumping

I'm getting faded for all those who hated

And don't call me brother cause we not related

And all of my exes, they know I'm the greatest

I still got some problems and that's why I'm jaded

Can't do no fake shit, that's straight animation

Thought that I told you we'd shake up the nation

I'm all alone on a island but not on vacation

Feeling like Kobe, I need isolation, I've been contemplating

Catching a body, stand under the rim while I dunk on a snake, bitch

I'm like a kid on 2K, when I dunk, I'ma replay

We could relay, if you wanna start, then I'ma finish

Flexing, flexing, I ain't been turnt in a minute

Got ice on the pendant, fuck who offended

And fuck the opinions, all in her mouth like a dentist

No bae, I ain't finished

Flexing, flexing, standing all business

Been working so hard, yeah I stay on my fitness

If we getting money, then why are we tripping

You either get to it or you gonna witness

And we in the party, we going insane

We off the Bacardi, she stay on my brain

She live with her mama

Her daddy's not around

But when we get back in town

We shutting it down

All these hoes, these days, all they want is clothes

All these hoes, these days, all they want is clothes

This chopper is bussing, I swear I'ma up it

It ain't no discussion, y'all faking, McLovin

Tony Hawk with it, I'll skate to the finish

Pop it and shove it, get blood on the linens

Don't get no blood on my linens

I'ma put it right here and go see the dentist

Coke bottle, bitch, Sprite can, limited edition

I ain't capped in, yeah, I've been driving that boat

To the land, I be hitching, nigga, came from the boondocks

Ran with extensions, they be like, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm full independent, I ain't digging nothing

I feel like a beast, we're friends from the desert

Feel like a CEO puffy, pull up to the junction

This is where we polluted, then look at the judge

Checking my tunes, I done came up from nothing

I rap day-to-day, don't act boy on the subject

Elevate to a minimum, much better, I ain't buzzing

You feeling lil, froggy, go ahead, nigga, bust it

Only god finna be there for your final judgment, yeah

Bow down, the king of the steps in the jungle

He talking about all of us, bow down, yeah

I'm ecstatic to be who I am, yeah

Proud to see all the progress I made

Proud to see how far I went, uh

Negative shit, don't have the policy

Stay, I just wanna see my family and me

We in the party, step up to Lou Richie, get blamed

The annual life shit wasn't the plan, don't need me

Bacardi, Casamigos, sicko and stupid up in the booth

I need the heat, regular degular love, don't need the drip

DNA in my cellulite, you cannot hit me

I need me a million out for my music, this here's the flip

I'm swiping my sauce, don't you boy need to skip

Lou Rich be humble over time, every time that he touch on the beat

You know he never gon' miss, had to collaborate

Bust down dope Justo been in the field, his flow untold

Time to play Diamond, Kobe and Shaq

When you talk about rap, won't catch me

I had to be breaking the glass off the backboard back yea