Mr. Me Too - Main Version

You know we back right?

Clear the streets out

Come on with it

Ha ha Star

TrackNiggas just hate us,

I'm doing deals like the majors

Ice Cream

Sneakers,

I signed my first skater

So you can pay three and buy yourself some bapestas

Bulletproof on the

T-shirts because they hate us

Dude like

Snoop say, "Step ya game up"

Double the caboe, mediterrain up

D-Class action cuts, tuck your chain up

Liberachi fingers, niggas hit

Lorraine up

Just last week,

I was out in

AspenMe and

Puff hoppin' off the plane, both us laughing

A week before that,

I was out in

ItalyAttire heart throbs could not get rid of me

Up and down the tella crib, me and like ten hoes

Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo

I know what your thinking, yeah

Me TooOkay everybody meet

Mr. Me Too

Been two years, like

I was paddy wagon cruisin'

The streets was yours, ya dunce cappin' and cazooin'

I was just assuming you'd keep the coke movin'

But I got one question, fuck y'all been doing?

Pyrex Turs turned into

Covalli furs

The full length cat, when

I wave, the kitty purs

All my niggaz caped up, selling gray and beige dust

Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up

We don't chase a duck, we only raise the bucks

Peel money rolls until our thumbs get the paper cuts

Children totto,

South Beach

GalardoTeals started up, go brr like it's

NardoWomen if you love me, please let me know

Tie rags 'round your neck and learn the sets we throw

These are the days of our lifes

And I'm sorry to the fans but the crackers weren't playing fair

JiveI know,

I know, yep yeah, you too

Okay we get it, yep yeah you too

I know, I know, yep yeah, you too

Okay everybody meet

Mr. Me Too

I know, I know, yep yeah, you too

Okay we get it, yep yeah you too

I know, I know, yep yeah, you too

Okay everybody meet

Mr. Me Too

I know what you thinkin' why

I call you,

Me TooCause everything

I say, I got you sayin'

Me TooI say

I got a Benz so you said me too

You hangin' out the window so they can see you

But you ain't hangin' out the window

When you in that

G2Or that

G3 or G4 like we do

Star Track,

Clipse come on

Wanna know the time?

Better clock us

Niggaz bite the style from the shoes to the watches

We cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobstas

Break down keys into dimes and sell 'em like gobstoppers

Who gonna stop us?

Not a god damn one of ya

Mean with the

Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers

Ivory White, yeah that's the same color

Of the Zord nigga, best believe it's the mullenor

Take no prisoners, rap niggaz are whisperers

Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us

Champagne corkes, kicked by

Louis sportsin'

Keep my hoes in pooch and

Charles Jordan

Cop the chrome and touch gray caponent

Mink on the floor, make ya hot don't it?

You don't wanna know what the fuck

I spent on it

Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment

I know, I know, yep yeah, you too

Okay we get it, yep yeah you too

I know, I know, yep yeah, you too

Okay everybody meet

Mr. Me Too

I know, I know, yep yeah, you too

Okay we get it, yep yeah you too

I know, I know, yep yeah, you too

Okay everybody meet

Mr. Me Too