What's Wrong With Them (feat. Nicki Minaj)

Eh life on the rocks

Too hard to swallow

So we get high 'til it feel like the sky low

Ya'll boys just a bunch of pussy cats, Milo

Money is the strong

Pockets on high note

Do Re Mi Fa So

I rock like a fossil

Big boss shit, Paul Castellano

Shoot your ass up, now crawl out the condo

That's that nine **** ugh, Rondo

Sleeping with the enemy so I fuck the world

To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl

The sweetest southern girl, the sweetest southern girl

Put the signs up, put the signs up

They done picked my dude, out the line up

Baby, what the fuck is wrong wrong with them

What the fuck wrong wrong with them

You see many you call

Very few are chosen

Looking at the wall

You can feel them close in

Baby, what the fuck is wrong wrong with them

What the fuck wrong wrong with them

Mind over matter money over all

The world is on my shoulders

Should I dust my shoulders off?

Uzi ratatatter, knocking over walls

Fuck the bullshit but just don't fuck it all

Man pussy has a pattern and I know where I'm going

And if you got beef I turn it to a tenderloin

Sanity kills so I live the crazy life

I wonder if they'll attention if I change the price

Life is my life 'til death do us part

Man I'm fly as fuck you ain't even next to depart

Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art

Put your thumbs up, put the signs up

They done picked my dude, out the line up

Baby, what the fuck is wrong with them

What the fuck wrong wrong with them

You see many you call

Very few are chosen

Looking at the wall

You can feel them close in

Baby, what the fuck is wrong with them

What the fuck wrong wrong with them

Stepping on the bullshit

You can be my doorman

Ya'll ain't going nowhere with that hating shit, four flat

Disrespectful on the beat, Borat

Fuck the system and the pussy wasn't all that

Yeah, now times getting shorter

Red light on your head like a fucking recorder now

Don't you cross me you do better crossing the border

So much money piled up

I'm a motherfuckin' hoarder

Put the signs up, put the signs up

They done picked my dude, out the line up

Baby, what the fuck is wrong wrong with them

What the fuck wrong wrong with them

You see many you call

Very few are chosen

Looking at the wall

You can feel them close in

Baby, what the fuck is wrong wrong with them

What the fuck wrong wrong with them