Hey hey Ain't never been to Bahamas, no Outta multiple mommas I done count multiple commas We bring in multiple llamas Rap alot smooth Rap alot smooth Rap alot smooth like Osama It's not what they's about It's about what they do Trust me they don't want the Drama Nah, Ain't ever been to Bahamas Outta multiple mommas I done count multiple commas We bring in multiple llamas Rap alat smooth Rap alat smooth Rap alat smooth like Osama It's not what they saying It's about what they do And trust me they don't want the Drama No I stay with the U.S. like Drama I stay with the U.S. for Drama I stay in the car with Piranhas Riding Bujacatana I hit multiple drops with Cassandra We have our sex on the side Get up, get up, get up Talk down, that's a uppercut Bow, shut up, hey Get you some money and run it up Your b**** ain't fun enough Smoking a blow and I'm Ay, thanks Huh, can't hit my Ay, can't water my seed Hey, can't play in my garden Hey, beg your pardon Hey, two, two, three, heart Ay, ooh, that's James S**t won't chew cause you lame I'm up, she rather f**k than us Yeah Make room, make room Biggie f**kin' comin' to Talk your s**t I ain't never been to Bahamas And n***** haven't been to Milano Man, what's your favorite designer? Gucci show wear that lasagna Your sis give me f**kin' recliners Your wife wanna throw me, but I f**k on your Aunt Chamama Got served like Aunt Chamama Like the Maple Leaf Take a peek Get to the bread like a bakery Wait on me, wait for me Soon as we f**k, get away from me Paper plate of fine china Benihana, McDonald's Hit up Epinon and Mamas Eat at Deli's or in Donner's Who that peekin' through the window? Got to travel by the blinders Couldn't pick me out of line-up Stalkin' like Iwanda Spaz, spaz Get to the bag Look at the doodle dash Little bit frivolous F**k this, bitches Get to it, gettin' it Just tryna live a bit New shades, kosher Got me lookin' like a beetle Hop in London like a beetle This ain't Puma, this Needles Ain't never been to Bahamas But my chain so lavish TMZ be clockin' Why they countin' my carats? Way with tone Straight from Kim Jones Ballin' like Jim Jones Please do not come in my zone Woah! D.O. Boyz in Paris Chillin' with Chris Finesse White motherf**ker widows Let a groupie f**k in it Six cars, f**kin' win it Big crib to this court Half a million in the Porsche Got a chopper on the porch Backyard to Bahamas Palm trees and recliners Got a Rollie for my mama Dime piece, gimme nine Got a nine, what? Third strike in the bush Couple grand on the foot Fell in love in the gut Four mil in the month Your career in the trunk Last album? Worst Whole aisle full of dudes I'm comin' for the books Put the Rollie on the bus Money talkin'? Us Hit the plug? Walked off Spit the milk? All four Flippin' hoes? One four Batman on the R-Door I never been to Bahamas I'm a f**kin' bitch to the projects I used to cut legs in pajamas Now I pull up in some Prada $5 man, cop a pay every weekend Bad bap, she said she Puerto Rican Ice cold, diamonds don't got me freezin' 100 bands, spend that s**t in Neiman Burn them goons out Pull up with them trucks and Smith & Wessons It's a shootout Takin' trips I can't even hardly go to school now I'm gettin' rich Bout to go and cop a Bentley coupe now I'm French Super soaked and then dive in the pool now I ain't never been to Bahamas I ain't never broken a promise I got a Glock and a Lama I'm on the block with Obama I'm on the coast with a goddess No way to find us, nowhere to find us I'm on the boat to the tropics Holdin' deposits, bunch in my pockets