Lyrics:

(Verse)
I... ain't loving these fake hoes
Room smelling like eight swishas
Room service like two K, NBA, I'm ballin, nigga
All them niggas, fallin' like Autumn, nigga
Talkin' shit, I saw them niggas, now their daughter wanna picture
Rough ain't it? Fuck Famou$!
Niggas too real, got the most haters
Wrote a story so Stephen Curry
How it feel to be golden? Why was I chosen?
Hanalei Bay with my bae, what can I say?
I did it, my timing was perfect, I'm coming, they know it
Becoming the last great American poet
The flow Lindsay Lohan
Tired, nigga, retired, nigga
My word is art like a hieroglyphic
What island is this?
Cabernet, I can smell a tarp
She wanna swim but can barely walk
She afraid of sharks, she'd hate my lawyer
Atlanta, Georgia, got sum' for ya
I'm doing sum', stay with it
I sport the Oakland A fitted
Cuz this money balling, I'm throwing funny
But all the kids'll go get it, goddamit I'm ill
I got one question for the haters, is yo girl on the pill?
I'm playing tho, but like really, really?!

(Interlude)
Oh man
Oh man, oh man, oh man
I got a hook for this, it's like
Ba b b b b b ba
Ba b b b b b ba
Na na na na na na na
I luv y'all the time
Something like that

(Verse 2)
I'm the man foreva
They can't let a nigga live cuz the life is betta
Eighty five erryday, why'd I bring this sweater?
I fell asleep on the beach, tiny pink umbrella
Fell out of my drink, she yellin what we doing tonight?
Fifty k their first week, ya ain't doin' it right
Yung Bino best friends with the show promoters
Good year, my career is floatin', it's all me
Cuz I stay real, the worst pain, niggas don't feel
Cuz they ain't feel a nigga, tried to kill a nigga
But he still went stupid
Silver stones honorin' the game so clueless
These niggas ain't us
Hoping that I diss ya back so I can make ya famous
I'm just tired of haters
The AK going off, sound like cicadas
We the clique all day, man I'm so ?
Me and fam backstage, yeah I know ya hate us
But ya gotta pay us
Let em speak at my peak in the game fo a minute
But I don't know how
All these light skinned niggas came back in style
Ye lied to us, pretty girls at my concerts
Flow so cold so ya know it was my verse
Stank attitude but I like the way she diddy bop
Puffing white O's, body bang something Nitty Scott
They want the old Bino so they try to rewind
The new Bino too ahead of his time
In a couple of years, they'll have to say I birthed a couple careers
Chances are get yo boy a couple of ears, ya know it

(Outro)
Ba b b b b b ba
Duh du du du du duh
Duh du du du du duh Duh du du du du duh
I luv y'all the time
I don't have words for this part
But I know it should sound like this
Duh du du du du duh
To luv y'all the time