Four Door Aventador

Album: The Pinkprint (2014)
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  • Plenty more for you, boy
    We in the funky four door, no floor

    Hit me on the celly, watching Belly
    God's son, I can see they study Makaveli
    Peanut butter Benz, got the jelly at the deli
    If you feeling like a ninja, I got a machete
    Hell yeah, them girls bad, but I'm fucking heavy
    I'ma fuck around and have them looking like spaghetti
    I say some shit, he be like, "Yo, you so legendary"
    But he can tell just by my face he ain't getting any

    Plenty more for you, boy
    We in the funky four door, no floor
    He was serving that raw, oh boy
    She was making that noise, oh boy

    Plenty more for you, boy
    We in the funky four door, no floor
    He was serving that raw, oh boy
    She was making that noise, oh boy

    Meet me at the Rucker, take the Bruckner
    It's just me and Young Yucka, taking suckers
    For they money and they whips, putting kitten on lips
    Dividing the dividends, get the money and dip
    Keys to the nigga's safe, put it under my tits
    He got ki's of that raw, it could fit in the six
    Got a UPS connect, so we good on them trips
    Automatic bottle service so we good in them VIPs, nigga

    Plenty more for you, boy
    We in the funky four door, no floor
    He was serving that raw, oh boy
    She was making that noise, oh boy

    Plenty more for you, boy
    We in the funky four door, no floor
    He was serving that raw, oh boy
    She was making that noise, oh boy

    These civilians, what up nigga? Excuse my millions
    I'm in the V like a widow's peak
    It's just me and my Rolls Royce pillow seats
    Why they staring at me? I brung MacLaren with me
    Yo, matter of fact, I think I'ma bring Donna Karan with me
    And you my son, I don't know, it's just the parent in me
    I am the best, I am the queen, it's so apparent it me
    I'm in Hollywood with Shia Labeouf
    Most of you rappers ain't eating, that diet is rough
    You want some hot shit? Send that wire to us
    I make 'em change their name to Diddy, retire the puff
    I'm getting acting money
    You niggas is Kevin Hart, y'all be acting funny
    I'ma a keep a linebacker, tell 'em tackle for me
    Yo, you seen my last pic, go double-tap that for me
    Cock back, red octagon, stop that

    Plenty more for you, boy
    We in the funky four door, no floor
    He was serving that raw, oh boy
    She was making that noise, oh boy

    Plenty more for you, boy
    We in the funky four door, no floor
    He was serving that raw, oh boy
    She was making that noise, oh boy Writer/s: Asabe Ighile, Onika Maraj, Parker Ighile
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Payday Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
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