Timber Lake

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Press one button, now the roof gone
These dudes be bitches like Mulan
Getting more bread than a crouton
I'm swimming in the pussy like Dewgong
My bitch be hotter than Tucson
Still rich, but I'm fucking on futons
Strap stay with me like it's glued on
Just seen your bitch selling pussy on Groupon
I'm fresh to death but I'm wilding
I tell the bitch to be quiet
I keep my cell phone on silent for when the hoes send pics of they privates
Shit, we're doing drugs like it's the 80's
Me and Craka, Crispy like The A-Team
Why your mama wanna have my babies?
'Cause I'm bringing sexy back like J.T. (Woo!)

I'm making these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-ooh)
Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-ooh)
She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-ooh)
Your bitch hit me up, man, you getting played

I done curved more bitches than a squat rack
Feel like Jeff Gordon, I'm on track
Lost a couple M's, Imma make it right back
She wan' fuck, gotta hit her with a contract
Yeah, she got the thighs like Mewtwo but a face like Drowzee
Imma pass on that hoe like Rowley
Imma still go and get me that mouth-y
Hit it once, now it got me feeling lowsy
Ugh, tryna stimulate the census, fuck her five times
Enough money to last a couple lifetimes
Fucking bitches while I'm filming in my downtime
I'm all up in her guts, feeling like an enzyme
Ay, ay, that pussy bald, Imma Make-A-Wish
Ay, these boys are starving, come and grab a dish

Ay, you already know that my bitch is bad
Me and yo' mama, go picture that
Bitch, look at me, I'm your richer dad
Ay, throw it back, make it clap, throw it back
Throw it back, make it clap, throw it back

I'm making these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-ooh)
Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-ooh)
She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-ooh)
Your bitch hit me up, man, you getting played

Yuh, I made a bag off the net like iCarly
Off the top I spit, I'm Jeff Hardy
Play girls like Barbies
Got white boys talking like "Dude, gnarly"
Back inside this bitch, I never left though
She gon' suck my dick, until she strep throat
Right inside your bitch, and then I left though
Said I'm gon' be broke, you wanna bet though?
Get, get, get, get along
Just passed third base, now we headed home
Like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on
Imma do the deed like I'm Doug Dimmadome
Make another hit, reloading
Give your girl the Heimlich, she choking
Said I loved the bitch, I'm joking
Tell me why I just started stroking? (What the fuck?)

Ay, you already know that my bitch is bad
Me and yo' mama, go picture that
Bitch, look at me, I'm your richer dad
Ay, throw it back, make it clap, throw it back
Throw it back, make it clap, throw it back

I'm making these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-ooh)
Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-ooh)
She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-ooh)
Your bitch hit me up, man, you getting played