| Uncle Quincy they gon dig this | 
| haha, hold up | 
| Alright people, I wanna see you dance if your type forever | 
| get your hands up, say hey | 
| and shawty you’re looking good | 
| come here, let me see you dance | 
| get ya hands up | 
| I got to the park, supercool, stupid hot | 
| he the freshest from his fitted down to the shoes and socks | 
| can you wanna like it, couldn’t care less if you do or not | 
| A reminder for those of you who forget | 
| here’s the king partna', ya ain’t bout to say a big deal I’m not | 
| fifty mill I got, double down why not | 
| 177 Aston Martin cash and carry off the lot | 
| they say money talk but listen Shorty cause I talk a lot | 
| incredible, my pockets and a cherry red drop | 
| your money funny, big diamonds in the words red boss | 
| We’re gonna be smoking the city when I come kicking come and witness | 
| 8 hundred young women all here for Young fif | 
| listen, if i really dig her, let her meet my uncle Quincy | 
| catch up with me suckers gonna need a solid month of? | 
| many moons will it take you baffoons, many goons | 
| presents fill up any room, King back gimme room | 
| I told the World what I’m gon do, check the charts if you want proof | 
| number 1 and number 2, I’ll take the rest, don’t mind if I do | 
| pull my seat up to this table in the game, where’s my food | 
| but frankly, I accomplished what they said I’ll never do | 
| or maybe you’ve been sleeping or snoozing on me before | 
| or possibly, blocking me from opening doors | 
| and everybody surprised now | 
| 3 years down the road, but where was everybody | 
| when albums wasn’t exposed | 
| who cares if it ain’t fair | 
| cause I mean? | 
| Bob on beast, Bob on blast, Bob is everything you say | 
| its finesse, an expression, an emphasis on my name | 
| talking record labels corporations this is entertainment | 
| here is what I meant | 
| they be like «hey Bob try this» | 
| put on this shirt, put on these jeans | 
| put on this hat, that’d be the shit | 
| rap it like that, sing it like this | 
| yeah yeah yeah | 
| that’ll be a hit | 
| whats his name, | 
| Hey look, came on so hard | 
| you don’t see the star in me | 
| Dro, I can do anything, you don’t see the heart in me | 
| pressure becomes combustible | 
| wheels squeezing the arteries of haters | 
| plus my uncle is Quincy Jones so pardon me | 
| I like riding a may | 
| when it come to money boy, we got that? | 
| looking bad as ever, mansion in the panamerica | 
| why sick, I’m extravagant and clever | 
| will damage you, it’s whatever | 
| Grand Hustle Kings | 
| I wont get off the mic until that thing starts sizzling | 
| block you like a histamine | 
| this is really history | 
| watch ya old lady 'fore I slip in with this hickory | 
| like elmo y’all tickle me | 
| why I still be ripping beats | 
| backing fantastic, tell me that you’ve been listening | 
| white on white, drop back joint | 
| T.I. | 
| in a ride out | 
| 2 of the best in the game, what you gotta decide about |