Welcome to Thr33 Ringz

Nappy boy!

whoo!

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-huh

Thr33 Ringz

Yeah, we the class clowns jump shoot

3rd time around dawg.

If I was just to step in the ring

& outta the box

Would everybody be on my

Or will I stop?

Say hello to my little friend, hey

Styles change up like lil kim face

I let my heat swing T-Pain so actin' homie

The way the beat bump niggas try to get proactiv on me, damn

But I done cleared the rumors

Everything in the open

Now you know how big the room is

Tell em what the truth is

They can't handle it

They think a nigga slicker than a mayonnaise sandwich

But they be like g-g-g-god damn it, pause

This nigga pocket fatter than Santa Claus,

This nigga career big like some granny drawers

Hadda get a piano to put his grammy on

Yeah, ferrari, bentley, escalade, beamer, mini-coop, cut the checks, let's get paid fuck a bitch, make it rain, lamborghini

I gon' cover shit up like a transfer-tini

I give a damn if you seen me I'm a did what I does

I ain't doin shit wrong like I'm kissin' my cousin

I know you wanna hear somethin different.

Ain't you tired of his shit?

Ain't you curious about this shit?

Even if you picked this shit up from a distance at least stand still for a second and listen.

I'm tellin' you now it ain't a thing

I got the bling bling of a rapper but I sing

So Welcome To Thr33 Ringz