Fried Lobster

Uh, yeah, spring, fall, winter, summer

I been gettin' fly all my life, spring, fall, winter, summer

I been gettin' fly all my life, spring, fall, winter, summer

All my life, spring, fall, winter, summer

Ay, look, started in the Benz wagon, BBSs on it

Now a nigga on a jet jet laggin'

And if it's real, it ain't braggin'

We goi' eat, we ain't havin' what you havin'

Fried lobster for a bitch, this is real talk

All my dogs wit' the shits and they still bark

I just want to get money wit' my niggas

And fuck these bad bitches, say, 'Fuck them other niggas'

Like, they ask me how I feel about these hatin' niggas

Told 'em they ain't probably seen me in years

Uh, how you feel about 'em?

How you feel about 'em? How you feel about 'em?

Uh, they ask me how I feel about these bitch-niggas

Told 'em, 'I don't ever see 'em, it's weird'

Uh, how you feel about 'em?

How you feel about 'em? How you feel about 'em?

Uh, I been gettin' fly all my life, spring, fall, winter, summer

I been gettin' fly all my life, spring, fall, winter, summer

Shuttin' down bars all my life, spring, fall, winter, summer

All my life, spring, fall, winter, summer

And you know I don't give a fuck, just don't hold it against me

How fast can we get to Vegas if we do, like, 150?

We livin' like the '80s in 2015

In the mirage wit' a Roley on, type that

And my son like his father, he don't play that shit

West Side get the money, bitch, say that shit

You got one set of keys and one nigga to please

So you could be League, come on, play that shit

Uh, they ask me how I feel about the competition

I ain't seen 'em in years, uh, how you feel about 'em?

How you feel about 'em? How you feel about 'em

Uh, they ask me how I feel about my ex-bitches

When I see 'em, it's weird, uh, how you feel about 'em?

How you feel about 'em? How you feel about 'em?

Uh, I been gettin' fly all my life, I been gettin' fly all my life

I been goin' hard all my life, I been gettin' fly all my life