SO WHAT (FEAT. DC THE DON)

Okay I'm up I'm wide awake
 I see the phony and the fake
 Niggas mad cause I get paper
 Cool me down
 She fuck rappers
 I ain't had to fly her to me
 Don't run down on lil kenji
 I kept big ass blicky's with me
 Run down on the gang right now all my niggas on go
 Red dot with a .556 niggas kickin down doors
 I got big bank roll up
 Smoking gas pulled up
 He get blast
 Blown up
 He get blast
 So what?
 How the fuck you get a new i8 with the butterfly doors?
 Donny fresh outta LAX with some LA hoes
 I put that shit on lil' bitch
 I just hopped in the Phantom
 I ride with the motherfuckin' goats
 When I'm rockin' that green, I feel slimey as fuck
 Danny Phantom the whip, and Dior on my coat
 I just step on the gas and I float
 My bitch, she bad, but she doin' the most
 Oh, you think you a demon? This nigga a joke
 Aimin' straight for your talon
 Bitch, shoot through the floor
 Watch me make that bitch jump, jump, jump
 When I hop on the stage
 They gon' jump through the floor
 Yeah, they stay on my dick, I just go with the flow
 We can turn the bitch up
 We keep goin' some more
 (Jump)
 (Jump)
 Bitch, I got on Rick right now
 What the fuck did you think?
 3.5 in the 'wood right now, niggas smokin' on dank
 That's why I say I'm 'The Don of a Don' 'cause
 I'm doin' this shit, I do something he can't
 I just bang on my chest like the Planet of the Apes
 We could slide through your hood in a big-ass tank
 Okay I'm up I'm wide awake
 I see the phony and the fake
 Niggas mad cause I get paper
 Cool me down
 She fuck rappers
 I ain't had to fly her to me
 Don't run down on lil kenji
 I kept big ass blicky's with me
 Run down on the gang right now all my niggas on go
 Red dot with a .556 niggas kickin down doors
 I got big bank roll up
 Smoking gas pulled up
 He get blast
 Blown up
 He get blast
 So what?
 Like, I get so damn high, I think I seen an AC-130
 I fucked that bitch one time and blocked her
 Cause I can't love on birdies
 I'm in my private section
 Peace out and her friends all came with me
 This lil' Taurus pistol on me ain't for violence
 It's for peace when I'm outside
 I just seen a opp nigga tryna switch sides
 I can't fuck you for the free, the bitch outta her mind
 Money what I need, let's say it one more time
 Big bag, stripper ass
 I had a dream like Martin Luther
 A hundred fuckin' money bags
 I'll add that shit up, fuck a tutor
 Money what I need, let's say it one more time
 Money what I need, let's say it one more time
 Okay I'm up I'm wide awake
 I see the phony and the fake
 Niggas mad cause I get paper
 Cool me down
 She fuck rappers
 I ain't had to fly her to me
 Don't run down on lil kenji
 I kept big ass blicky's with me
 Run down on the gang right now all my niggas on go
 Red dot with a .556 niggas kickin down doors
 I got big bank roll up
 Smoking gas pulled up
 He get blast
 Blown up
 He get blast
 So what?
 Okay, I'm up, I'm wide awake
 I see the phony and the fake
 Niggas mad 'cause I get paper
 Cool me down
 She fuck rappers, I ain't had to fly her to me
 Don't run down on Lil' Kenji, I keep big ass blickys