Four Door Aventador

Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four-door, no floor Hit me on the celly, watching Belly God's son, I can see they study Makaveli Peanut butter Benz, got 'em jelly at the deli If you feeling like a ninja, I got a machete Hell yeah, them girls bad, but I'm fucking heavy I'ma fuck around and have 'em looking like spaghetti I say some shit, he be like "Yo, you so legendary" But he can tell just by my face, he ain't gettin' any, kyuh Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four-door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four-door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Meet me at the Rucker, take the Bruckner It's just me and Young Yucka, takin' suckers For they money and they whips, puttin' kitten on lips Dividin' them dividends, get the money and dip Keys to the nigga's safe, put it under my tits He got ki's of that raw, it could fit in the six Got a UPS connect, so we good on them trips Automatic bottle service so we good in them VIPs, nigga Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four-door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four-door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy These civilians... What up, nigga? Excuse my millions I'm in the V like a widow's peak It's just me and my Rolls Royce pillow seats Why they staring at me? I brung McLaren with me Yo, matter of fact, I think I'ma bring Donna Karan with me And you my son, I don't know, it's just the parent in me I am the best, I am the queen, it's so apparent in me I'm in Hollywood with Shia Labeouf Most of you rappers ain't eating, that diet is rough You want some hot shit? Send that wire to us I make 'em change they name to Diddy, retire the puff I'm gettin' acting money You niggas is Kevin Hart, y'all be acting funny I'ma keep a linebacker, tell 'em "Tackle for me" Yo, you seen my last pic, go double-tap that for me Cock back, red octagon, stop that (stop that) Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four-door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four-door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy