SMFWU (Album Version|Explicit) - Timeflies

Fore we was anything fore you could see us

Before we was electric well that was Prius

Before we ever dreamt it here

It's nothing to dream of

Then let's be honest you did everything

Thought this could be us

Now watch me shaking hands on the clock getting demands

Gliding hard right like you seeing me on thin air

And boy out for the night got no plans on getting freaky

You were Instagraming you

And now you're Instagraming me

See me walk up in the room

I'm the same motherf**ker what up

I'm the same motherf**ker

And if you're talkin then prove

Better know you ain't f**kin wit us

You ain't f**kin wit us

Get it on our own they keep telling us no

But now they open up the doors wherever we go

And now we walk up in the room

And we say motherf**kers what up

And we say motherf**kers

I sing about a song I rap a rap song

I sing a club banging make them panties raps on

I'm show down I keep poppin like some popcorn

Now watch me getting money like a motherf**kin ghetto

This just how you know

When you see me in your city

It's like everywhere I go everybody f**kin wit me

Yes I'm outside but my game they all cheering my name

But I told you if you know me then you know I never change

See me walk up in the room

I'm the same motherf**ker what up

And if you're talkin then prove better

Know you ain't f**kin wit us

You ain't f**kin wit us

Get it on our own they keep telling us no

But now they open up the doors wherever we go

And now we walk up in the room and we say motherf**kers

What upmotherf**kers what up

It's like I'm still a kid in the back of the Ford Taurus

Yes waving at some drivers

While they screaming favorite choruses

Now fast forward my song flashes across the dashboard

Is this the life I asked for Well f**k it man of course it is

I just needed a mic and a stage I could play on

This life's my playground I'm hero with a crayon

Now how the drought so cold no shrinkage

No sales limit on greatness Dinklage

Only getting better bruh dominate like fetera

But if you don't like my lyrics send a letter to the editor

His address is F**k You' street name is Deal Wit It

Make sure you tramp stamp it so I know I still get it

Am I a sellout Cus every show I sell out

I hang around with fans til they tell me to get the hell out

Middle finger to the haters tell em shut up

So if you feel that let me hear you say what up

See me walk up in the room

I'm the same motherf**ker what up

And if you're talkin then prove

Better know you ain't f**kin wit us

You ain't f**kin wit us

Get it on our own they keep telling us no

But now they open up the doors wherever we go

And now we walk up in the room

And we say motherf**kers what up