[Chorus]
~#**************#~
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
~#**************#~
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
~#**************#~
It dont matter where we at, its poppin like a gun off (Uh)
~#**************#~
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh, ah, uh, uh)
~#**************#~
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
~#**************#~
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
~#**************#~
It dont matter where we at, its poppin like a gun off (Uh)
~#**************#~
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh)
~#**************#~
[Verse 1]
~#**************#~
Skinny Nikki geeky, gettin brain dead, uh
~#**************#~
I dont give a fuck what the lames say, uh
~#**************#~
Old girl wanna give the boy head
~#**************#~
How bout a little bitty self-love instead?
~#**************#~
I cant fuck a ho, Id rather self-love instead
~#**************#~
Cant save a ho, no S on my chest, or gun to my head (Ah)
~#**************#~
Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)
~#**************#~
Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread, uh
~#**************#~
I aint just tryna get a nut off
~#**************#~
Bobby Boy be quick to leave a bad bitch cut off
~#**************#~
Like when you in the studio and the vocal get cut…
~#**************#~
[Chorus]
~#**************#~
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
~#**************#~
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
~#**************#~
It dont matter where we at, its poppin like a gun off (Uh)
~#**************#~
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh, woo, uh, uh)
~#**************#~
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
~#**************#~
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
~#**************#~
It dont matter where we at, its poppin like a gun off (Uh)
~#**************#~
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh)
~#**************#~
[Post-Chorus]
~#**************#~
Like (Ah)
~#**************#~
Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)
~#**************#~
Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread
~#**************#~
[Verse 2]
~#**************#~
Im feelin like Kid Cudi
~#**************#~
A little crazy, but tell me, what genius aint a little nutty?
~#**************#~
Everybody be like that sometimes
~#**************#~
You can hear it in me in some rhymes
~#**************#~
I aint bipolar, Kanye make me wish I was
~#**************#~
‘Cause that level of genius the meanest
~#**************#~
Nobody fuckin around with that flow
~#**************#~
When I spit it, you know its the cleanest, uh
~#**************#~
All my haters can suck my penis
~#**************#~
Went from five hundred a show to sellin out arenas
~#**************#~
From SOBs in NYC
~#**************#~
To smokin trees at the motherfuckin Garden
~#**************#~
Pardon my ego, uh
~#**************#~
Maybe its the weed smoke
~#**************#~
Maybe its the beat though
~#**************#~
If I draw it in the sand
~#**************#~
Better not cross the line like a free throw, uh
~#**************#~
[Chorus]
~#**************#~
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
~#**************#~
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
~#**************#~
It dont matter where we at, its poppin like a gun off (Uh)
~#**************#~
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh, woo, uh)
~#**************#~
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
~#**************#~
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
~#**************#~
It dont matter where we at, its poppin like a gun off (Uh)
~#**************#~
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh)
~#**************#~
[Outro]
~#**************#~
Like (Ah)
~#**************#~
Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)
~#**************#~
Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread