New York City, you listen to me If you're near a convenience store right now Go into the store right now, and put your hand in the cash register for no reason Their money is your money, as of right now (Uh) (JVB, sucka) Feelin' like I'm liberated Call my momma up-up, and tell her I made it You can call it tough luck, but you'll only hate it This for all the pretty girls I went and dated I've been goin' so fast throughout my life Tryin' to hit that gas and push the pipe Tryin' to slow it down before I lose the light Is this the only way I can do it right? Fiend on the mic, I turn into a savage I'm a fuckin' Blue-Eyes White Dragon (Go, go) I got a girl locked down and I trust her You rappers ain't got a clue, Colonel Mustard It's Hooligang, you bitches lame I got a lot of wham We run the game Don't want the fame Yeah, just for all the kids who wanna be somethin' Yeah, go and make some shit that means somethin' Stop, watch me roll, roll Stop, watch me roll, roll Stop, watch me roll, roll Stop (Push the pipe, pu–push the pipe) Bought a Bimmer off the showroom floor Cash check, 50K out the door I'm rockin' polo jammies, motherfuck a Grammy She got a demon head logo on her panties Watch your mouth, karma's a real bitch Klarna Payments got your credit in a ditch Hooligang boys, we run the whole room Green hoodie, gold chain, call me Doctor Doom My swag is important to me (Oh) So Filipino, I eat Jollibee I'm not a nurse but I got my degree I got the M2 but I want an M3 Whoa, we push the pipe, we catchin' flights Platinum flights, we sell out nights, multiple nights I'm on a roll, I gotta go Don't keep me goin' cause I'm really bout to blow Their money, your money Their money is, your money Their money is, your money As, as, as, as, as of right now Stop, watch me roll, roll Stop, watch me roll, roll Stop, watch me roll, roll Stop (Push the pipe, pu–push the pipe) Yeah, don't go messin' with the recipe Yeah, Kevin Hart, you are just a mini-me, uh Hit the dance floor and get a jiggy Yeah, top speed like it's a necessity, uh Lights movin' so fast, it can't focus Been seein' double like I'm fuckin' mitosis Closest person to me, you can't smoke this Throne's been open since the goats made Otis Know this, I would never whip a Ford Focus I need a Turbo Lotus I need a Rolls Royce Culli' Sittin' on dubbies Whip game sick like I'm stuck in 2020, yo I'd rather be homeless than chrome-less You got no backbone, you boneless My paint job sweet like candy Jolly Rancher blue Bimmer, baby, I'm fancy (Fancy, fancy, fancy, fancy) (Fancy, fancy, fancy, fancy, fancy) Push the pipe, pu– push the pipe
