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 f-g heavy

I'ma f-k around and have 'em looking like spaghetti

I say some s-t, he be like "Yo, you so legendary"

But he can tell just by my face, he ain't gettin' any, kyuh

Plenty morefor 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 n-s safe, put it under my t-ts

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, n-a

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, n-a? 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'mma 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 s-t? Send that wire to us

I make 'em change they name to Diddy, retire the puff

I'm gettin' acting money

You n-s 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