Black Beatles in the city, be back immediately To confiscate the money that you swore you'd lose I sent flowers but you said you didn't receive them That girl is a real crowd pleaser Small world, all her friends know of me Young bull livin' like an old geezer Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly Frat girl still tryna get even Haters mad for whatever reason Smoke in the air, Benz drinkin' They lose it when the DJ drops the niggas Gettin' so gone I'm not blinkin' What in the world was I thinkin'? New day, new money to be made There is nothing to explain I'm a fuckin' black Beatle, cream seats in the Regal Rockin' John Lennon lenses, like to see him spread Eagle took a bitch to the club And let her party on the table Screamin' everybody's famous Like clockwork, I blow it off Then get some more Get you somebody that can do both Black Beatles got the bass belly rollin' She think she love me, I think she trollin' That girl is a real crowd pleaser Small world, all her friends know of me Young bull livin' like an old geezer Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly Frat girl still tryna get even Haters mad for whatever reason Smoke in the air, Benz drinkin' They lose it when the DJ drops the niggas Came in with two girls, look like strippers in they real clothes A broke ho can only point me to a rich ho A yellow bitch with green hair, a real weirdo Black man, yellow lamb, red like dope They say they cool, all them just came in through the side door It's so much money on the floor, we buyin' school clothes Why you bring a money machine to the club, ho? And a pint of lean, pound of weed, and a kilo I hear a stealth pass, I hate her like a Rondo I upgrade your baby mama to a condo Like charcoal, servin' Yale to the gringos Black Beatle Club closed when I say so That girl is a real crowd pleaser Small world, all her friends know of me Young bull livin' like an old geezer Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly Frat girl still tryna get even Haters mad for whatever reason Smoke in the air, binge drinkin' They lose it when the DJ drops the niggas She's a good teaser And we blowin' refills Your body like a work of art, baby Don't fuck with me, I'll break your heart, baby T-T and G on me, I got a lot of flavor Fifty hundred on my feet, I'm tryna kill these haters I had haters when I was broke, I'm rich, I still got haters I had hoes when I was broke, I'm rich, I'm still a player I wear leather Gucci jackets like it's still the 80s I been blowin' OG cuz I feel elucidated I can't worry bout a broke nigga or a hater Black Beatle bitch, me Obama couldn't relate it That girl is a real crowd pleaser Small world, all her friends know of me Young bull livin' like an old geezer Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly Frat girl still tryna get even Haters mad for whatever reason Smoke in the air, binge drinkin' They lose it when the DJ drops the niggas Mike Willmott Mike Willmott