♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Mm-Hm, mm-hm ♪ ♪ Yup, in my white tee, yeah ♪ ♪ Call up Hype Williams
for the hype, please ♪ ♪ They gon' wipe you, before you wipe me ♪ ♪ Unboxing my checks,
not my Nikes (yeah) ♪ ♪ Cacti's not no iced tea (ah) ♪ ♪ Got 'em bamboozled
like I'm Spike Lee (ah) ♪ ♪ You need more than Google
just to find me (ah) ♪ ♪ I just call her bae to
get her hypey (ah, ooh) ♪ ♪ Incredible, icki-icki, general ♪ ♪ I just start the label
just to sign me (woo, woo) ♪ ♪ Me and CHASE connected
like we Siamese (ooh, ooh) ♪ ♪ We've been on the run,
feel like a crime spree ♪ ♪ Talk to me nicely (yeah) ♪ ♪ I seen his face, seen it ♪ ♪ Yup, on his white tee (let's go) yeah ♪ ♪ Yup, call the Sprite
people (call 'em, hol' on) ♪ ♪ Private flight to France ♪ ♪ Tryna sight-see (on
private flights, brat) ♪ ♪ Popped 'em in his hands ♪ ♪ He was typin' (da, da, da) ♪ ♪ Caterpillar 'Rari, I
fold it, lift it up (up) ♪ ♪ I went on the stand ♪ ♪ Told the judge to pass my cup (aye) ♪ ♪ Ran up 20 million ♪ ♪ Told the devil, "Keep
the luck," (luck) ♪ ♪ Keep that, keep that hoe (uh-uh) ♪ ♪ R.I.P Pop, keep the smoke (aye, slat) ♪ ♪ Talk to me nicely (talk to me nicely) ♪ ♪ Keep her on the chain ♪ ♪ That ain't like me
(that ain't like me) ♪ ♪ Scotts with no strings,
you can't tie me ♪ ♪ (Scott's with the, hol' on bitch) ♪ ♪ I'm higher than the plane ♪ ♪ I'm where the Skypes
be (doo, doo-doo, doo) ♪ ♪ Yep, in my slime tee
(doo, doo-doo, hee) ♪ ♪ Princey in his prime, ye
(doo, doo, doo-doo, doo) ♪ ♪ Yellowbone too feisty, ye
(doo, doo, doo-doo, doo) ♪ ♪ Clean him up, no napkin, ye (doo) ♪ ♪ Yup, in my white tee (yeah), yeah ♪ ♪ Call up Hype Williams for
the hype, please (it's lit) ♪ ♪ They gon' wipe you,
before you wipe me (phew) ♪ ♪ Unboxing my checks,
not my Nikes (yeah) ♪ ♪ 'Scuse me, zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi ♪ ♪ Don't be missin', man ♪ ♪ Mississippi, dip a
sippy, make 'em happy ♪ ♪ Make 'em copy ♪ ♪ Make 'em get me Chippi Chippi (yeah) ♪ ♪ There's a lot I'm gon' spend ♪ ♪ Tell me when, I beam you to pull up ♪ ♪ You gon' shootout while I spin ♪ ♪ Trippin' like I'm
trigger happy, saltfish ♪ ♪ Ackee, ackee ♪ ♪ Golf buggy, Kawasaki,
catch a fish, sushi, maki ♪ ♪ Livin' life ♪ ♪ London city, left the town (ah) ♪ ♪ Thug and Travis be the fam ♪ ♪ Yup, yeah, you know that (slat) ♪ ♪ And when they free us out ♪ ♪ It's gonna be a film, a Kodak (yeah) ♪ ♪ Shoot me pourin' right
above the rim like Pollack ♪ ♪ I've been rippin' and runnin' ♪ ♪ Not slippin' or slidin' ♪ ♪ Athletic tendencies ♪ ♪ I've been up since,
cheffin' it, whippin' it ♪ ♪ To the base rock ♪ ♪ I prove the remedy (let's go) ♪ ♪ When we open gates up
at Utopia (it's lit) ♪ ♪ It's like Zootopia ♪ ♪ You see the crosses over ya (yeah) ♪ ♪ That's how you know it's us ♪ ♪ It's 4:00am, I'm phonin' ya ♪ ♪ Not for no shoulder rub ♪ ♪ Them JACKBOYS open cleaners up ♪ ♪ The way they fold and tuck ♪ ♪ Yup, in my white tee (yeah), yeah ♪ ♪ Call up Hype William for
the hype, please, yeah ♪ ♪ They gon' wipe you,
before you wipe me, yeah ♪ ♪ Unboxing my checks, not my ♪ ♪ Checks, not my ♪ ♪ I-I be where the fuck the light be ♪ ♪ Bangers in the system, it's ♪ ♪ Bangers in the system, it's ♪ ♪ Ancient Anunnaki ♪ ♪ Bangers in the system, it's that ♪ ♪ Bangers in the system, it's that ♪ ♪ M.I.A ♪
