DJ Khaled! And you know it don't stop, grindin' round that clock Masterminding my second album, my first album just dropped Scored a touchdown on my first down, niggas thought I was gon' flop See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops And we still duckin' cops, ride round and takin' shots Hennessy for my enemies, niggas know I'm takin' they spot 'Cause that score up on the play clock, show just how I came from way back Just like T-I-P told you ASAP but you niggas rappin' like Aesop, Aesop get a grip Oh that's your dream car? Nigga that's my old whip Oh that's your dream girl? Nigga that's my old bitch Oh that's your new flow? Nigga that's my old shit! This that new Krit shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas One for the money, two for the show Three for them hoes saying anything goes They say they ready for whatever! They say they ready for whatever I been around the world, twice to be exact Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back They say they ready for whatever! They say they ready for whatever Shawty look what we got, my bass beat and it knock Got the old school in my old school was to post up on yo block Yo broad chose like she was supposed to and you up in arms 'cause she bopped I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop So fuck these haters, fuck these hoes that ain't slammin' doors on they drop Y'all niggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I'm not So when it come to snappin', Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y'all pop You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit, bitch wait til my album drop (get 'em cuh) Say that's yo' new car? Nigga that's my old slab Say that's yo' new bitch? Nigga that's my old stab Oh that's yo new flow? That shit sound so trash This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas Hol' up, but don't forget about Compton nigga One for the money, two for the show Three for no limit and the rest for death row That means I been bout it bout it and this is the realist shit I ever wrote And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow And I hope that my dick is a whistling flute, and that's not the instrumental Now pick up my coat You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul, I'll drag your ass to the floor Bitch, I can admit, I'm a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is Telling the doctor I'm sick, head doctor I'm needing your lips, yea Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I won't ignore it, clear Cop me a palace and Porsche and right when I floor it that's when I switch gears Living my life on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp 'til I break it, uh Bitch I'm demanding respect, these bitches is telling me take it DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch ain't no challenge, ain't it One for the money, two for the show Three for them hoes saying anything goes They say they ready for whatever! They say they ready for whatever I been around the world, twice to be exact Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back They say they ready for whatever! They say they ready for whatever (for whatever, for whatever, for whatever)