"LICENSE" lyrics
Ah (Ayy, Kay Kay, nah, nah, come on, man)
(Issa knife)
It say "real rich nigga" on my license
Once the jakes see me speedin', it's a crisis
I'm in love with money, why the fuck I need a wife, bitch, alright
It say "real rich nigga" on my license
I'm a real rich nigga, I don't fight shit
We pull out the choppa and we sprayin' 'til we light shit
Once I get inside the booth, I swear the mic hit
Ayy, your bitch dirty, so I swear she finna like this
Rich nigga, put a thirty on my right wrist
She look in my eyes, I pull it out and tell her, "Bite this"
911 Porsche, I crash a building, say my flight missed
Nigga, I'm on my high horse
Your bitch got a body yesterday, you actin' not sore
Shorty for the streets, I'm not gon' lie, but she a hot horse
I just smoked a pound of lemon runtz, I gotta stop more
Nigga, huh, and take the top off
I feel like it's elementary school, you gettin' dropped off
I deleted all my damn music, it ain't my loss
I know that you copied all my style, that ain't my sauce
Nigga, you can't touch that
Bitch, I'm feelin' like I'm Bill Gates if he was black
Magazine unload the whole page, that's a love tap
Said I never put that boy on, that's enough cap
Nigga, I'm your fuckin' dad
I can turn that ounce into a pound because I'm dope savage
I just turned the trap into a lounge, it's dope heaven
You ain't seen me win 'cause you don't let me
Niggas hatin' on
Y'all said y'all would pass me, what I'm waitin' on?
I've been throwin' bullets, Peyton Manning on 'em
I just took some shrooms, I seein' color forms
Baby, what's the deal? I wanna see you naked
Come and shake that ass, I wanna see you shake it
All my enemies don't wanna see me make it
Real rich nigga, fuck bein' famous
Nigga
Issa knife, nigga
(Issa knife)
It say "real rich nigga" on my license
Once the jakes see me speedin', it's a crisis
I'm in love with money, why the fuck I need a wife, bitch, alright
It say "real rich nigga" on my license
I'm a real rich nigga, I don't fight shit
We pull out the choppa and we sprayin' 'til we light shit
Once I get inside the booth, I swear the mic hit
Ayy, your bitch dirty, so I swear she finna like this
Rich nigga, put a thirty on my right wrist
She look in my eyes, I pull it out and tell her, "Bite this"
911 Porsche, I crash a building, say my flight missed
Nigga, I'm on my high horse
Your bitch got a body yesterday, you actin' not sore
Shorty for the streets, I'm not gon' lie, but she a hot horse
I just smoked a pound of lemon runtz, I gotta stop more
Nigga, huh, and take the top off
I feel like it's elementary school, you gettin' dropped off
I deleted all my damn music, it ain't my loss
I know that you copied all my style, that ain't my sauce
Nigga, you can't touch that
Bitch, I'm feelin' like I'm Bill Gates if he was black
Magazine unload the whole page, that's a love tap
Said I never put that boy on, that's enough cap
Nigga, I'm your fuckin' dad
I can turn that ounce into a pound because I'm dope savage
I just turned the trap into a lounge, it's dope heaven
You ain't seen me win 'cause you don't let me
Niggas hatin' on
Y'all said y'all would pass me, what I'm waitin' on?
I've been throwin' bullets, Peyton Manning on 'em
I just took some shrooms, I seein' color forms
Baby, what's the deal? I wanna see you naked
Come and shake that ass, I wanna see you shake it
All my enemies don't wanna see me make it
Real rich nigga, fuck bein' famous
Nigga
Issa knife, nigga
