Thanks Pharrell Lyrics

Uh, set it up, double cup

Told, told shawty let me fuck

She got a real nigga, stuck like chuck

She only two cups in, now she throwing up

Where your real hood, throw that shit up

These niggas ain't real, it's a cover up

Now she lying tryna make all these stories up

Told her politely, you can get the fuck

Uh, I'm a smooth cat, ain't nothing but breadwinners in my habitat

It was nine o'clock, she had to have that

Hitting it from the back, pulling all her hair back

Uh, if she want to get it, I'm a grab that

Snitches always cliquing up, like a snapback

Everytime I rap something, niggas want to rap that

See that ass, I gotta slap that

Fuck that, uh, I'm bringing crack back

Funky ass hoe, always tryna throw that ass back

Bring lesser than a band, you getting laughed at

Like I said before, where the cash at

Yea, these niggas finished

Mixing all this shit, I might as well be a chemist

No, stacking all these racks a nigga should've played tennis

If she love me, she'll tell me that

Jump up in that pussy, you can tell I ain't scared of that

Hit up all the trap niggas, see if they can scale that, mama asking where the mail at

I'm a real hustler anything I can sell that

Rare boys on top yeah nigga I can tell that

Real za huh, I had to smell that

Fuck all these fake ass niggas where the real at

Uh, I had to kill it, gave it to me raw, mane you know I had to kill it

I'm on the ceiling

All I want to do is be on top of the building

Had to start back up, all she want to do is fuck

All she want to do is, tear me up