Four Door Aventador

Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor Hit me on the celly, watching Belly God, son, I can see they study MaKaveli Peanut butter Benz, got the jelly at the deli If you feeling like a ninja I got a machete Hell yeah, them girls bad, but I'm fucking heavy I'mma fuck around and have them looking like spaghetti I say some shit, he be like, Yo, you so legendary But he can tell just by my face he ain't getting any Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Meet me at the Rucker, take the Bruckner It's just me and young yucka, take you suckers For their money and their whips, putting kitten on lips Dividing the dividends, get the money and dip Key's to the nigga's safe, put it under my tits He got keys to that Roy, it could fit in the six Got a UPS connect, so we good on them trips Automatic bottle service so we good in them VIPs, nigga Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy These civilians, what up nigga Excuse my millions I'm in the V like a widow's peak It's just me and my Rolls Royce pillow seats Why they staring at me I brung MacLaren with me Yo, matter of fact, I think I'mma bring Donna Karan with me And you my son, I don't know, it's just the parent in me I am the best, I am the queen, it's so apparent it me I'm in Hollywood with Shia Labeouf Most of you rappers ain't eating, that diet is rough You want some hot shit Send that wire to us I make them change their name to Diddy, retire the puff I'm getting acting money You niggas is Kevin Hart, y'all be acting funny I'mma a keep a linebacker, tell 'em tackle for me Yo, you seen my last pic, go double tap that for me Cock back, Red octagon, stop that Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy