Lyrics AAA - Cash Paid Elway

They say I'm arrogant, I act very cocky
All this chicken in my pants, call it teriyaki
That nigga mad 'cause his wife gave me sloppy toppy
All that tough shit gon' get his head painted like Tekashi
My bitch think she bad so I call her Rocky
My other bitch think she gangster, I call her Molly
Get 'em both in the bed, make 'em both ride me
Get to beatin' on their body, I'm Hardcore Holly
I sell drugs, get you higher than Whitney and Bobby
Fiends hit it once, got 'em out here doin' the Ricky Bobby
My city yellin' Detroit vs. Everybody
I don't fuck with everybody
Here's to those that don't applaud me
If it ain't gang, I'm anti-social
Bowls in the mail, FedEx, I'm goin' postal
Call you in a minute when I get mobile
My [?] let me move it out the Boost Mobile
Hit me on my Metro, don't call the T-Mobile
I'm tryna make it out the hood, you wanna stay local
These Cartier lenses, not no bifocals
Beat a nigga ass for talking crazy out his vocals
But nowadays, niggas like to press charges
Before I even use my hands, hit 'em with the carbon
The softest nigga in the crew the one who act hardest
Message to your management: I'ma kill your artist
Lookin' for a plug like my phone died
You call niggas up for guns, I got my own eye
I'm one step from all ten, 'cause I'm on nine
Green lightin' on his head, that mean it's go time
You ain't no Super Saiyan, boy you ain't no Gohan
I'm good in yo' hood, you can cosign
These Maison Margiela's not no Cole Haan's
Berry Gordy even probably know
We don't wait 'til Halloween to turn a nigga to a ghost
I don't beef with rap niggas, I come to yo' show
Watch what you post, got em scared to promote
Married to the game, shit we been got eloped
Chillin' with a bunch of crip niggas, them my locs
I'm cool with some blood niggas too, them my folks
I ain't talkin' 'bout spades, niggas know I'm cutthroat
Bag— got the bag like I'm carryin' luggage
I get the weight off me quick like I'm Jennifer Hudson
Bitch you know I came to west like I'm Kim K husband
I'm a African-American, my bitch is a Russian
Walmart to Walmart, send that now
Cashier flirtin' with my while she count that out
I got some hoes on my roster, wanna cuss me out
'Cause I bust on they face and wouldn't give 'em a towel
Shit, got my reader-writer with me and it's bluetooth
I'm tryna be a scam god guru
Nah I ain't Safaree, but my bitch look like Juju
Yo' wife in my dm's, she tryna offer up that coo-coo
My ex text my phone saying "Do you"
I been did you, I wanna do yo' homegirl, too
Bitch, I'm a real nigga, bitch, a [?]
I'm paid in full now like Ace Boogie and Lulu
I'm wet as fuck, waterboy, Bobby Boucher
I don't drip sauce, I'm different, I drip Kool-Aid
My French bitch said I ain't shit, I told her "touché"
Run up on me, knock yo' wig off like a toupee
I drink Henny, I ain't fuckin' with no D'ussé
I drunk a fifth yesterday and today
Bought two k's and I ain't talkin' bout the hoop game
Call me Arrogant Ass Artez, that's my new name