Michael Bay

Yeah!

I hear a gladiator

They say let's make some movie sh*t

I'm like f*ck that b*tch on the other side, they know my grass is way greener

Find the baddest b*tch and I take her home and that ass on her like Trina

I'm just wondering if she got a man cause there ain't no ring on that finger

My pull up game like Stephen Curry, my pull out game like Jenga

Ahh, shut the f*ck up, I ain't trying to have no conversation

See they show so much love when the boy came home, broke motherf*ckers had to hate it

I ain't have to make it, could've worked a 9 to 5 like you when I graduated

But I'm glad I waited, cause I'mma hit your girl from the back, send a motherf*cker back to basics

Yeah, why ain't you listen? I told you be quiet

Yeah, put out your album and nobody buying

Yeah, I get it, you on your hustle, I know you be trying

Yeah, you just keep mentioning all of these rappers I know so I know you be lying

Nah, this is a monologue, why am I speaking to you?

It's like confessions with me in the booth

Father, forgive me for speaking the truth

I got the piece on my necklace turn water to wine

But I mix that vodka with juice

Switch it to whiskey and mix up the mood

I'm drunk in Manhattan

My sh*t blowing up

So many calls, my sh*t blowing up

No time to talk, my sh*t blowing up

My ring at home, I'm still blowing up

Yeah, I'm blowing up

My sh*t blowing up

Like Independence Day

I'm blowing up

Shit more like Michael Bay

I'm blowing up

Slow motion walk away

I'm blowing up

Yeah, I'm blowing up

Got that swisher sweet, pack sour

Sam Jackson, my pack loud

Riding 'round in that matte black

On 24's like Jack Bauer

Rubberband on my left wrist

Pulling up on my ex-b*tch

I broke up with that old girl

But I'm still using her Netflix

F*ck all my exes, I can still f*ck all my exes

They trying to get drunk in my section

I know you mad cause you standing in line

And I just go in, I don't know where the exit

She give me neck for the necklace, she reckless

Give her that dick like Fifty Shades

I want all these whips and chains

Damn, I feel like Christian Grey

How many times did I tell you be quiet?

Yeah, calling my phone and I'm hitting decline

Yeah, I got the minutes and data, but I don't got time

Yeah, I'm trying to talk to the money, my inbox is full and you blocking my line

Nah, I'm changing my number, I gotta get back to the business

I'mma be running sh*t, you on that other sh*t

Hop on the track and get back to the fitness

You keep talking 'bout sh*t you don't got

Like the money and cars and the clothes and the b*tches

I'm like when Jordan came back with the Bulls

You like when Jordan came back with the Wizards

My sh*t blowing up

So many calls, my sh*t blowing up

No time to talk, my sh*t blowing up

My ring at home, I'm still blowing up

Yeah, I'm blowing up

My sh*t blowing up

Like Independence Day

I'm blowing up

Shit more like Michael Bay

I'm blowing up

Slow motion walk away

I'm blowing up

Yeah, I'm blowing up