And I ain't gotta tell y'all who I be
Because these 100 dollar bills are like baller ID
And I get under nigga's skin, they should call me IV
But if you try me nigger I will be your caller ID
And that means I got your number
Please don't make me dial it
That could land your fly ass on the ground just like a pilot
So just do me a solid
Y'all stay in pocket like wallets
'Cause you can't see me, close eyelids
Huh, nitey nite , I'm with a model chick
Tyrah thick, Heidi's height, body suits, body tight
Yeah, I clean up nice, catch me on a tidy night
Might be Gucci down to the tidy whites
Okay, it's Loso, everybody knows so
My son is the heir to the thrown, Prince Joso
So daddy need money, mummy need new true-ies
Baby needs new shoes, preferably the new Lueys
The swaggers in his jeans, he was born fly
Them Phily bitches say the ball keep his jaunt fly
That Reggie Kush outta Southern California
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Hush little lame niggas, don't say a word
Y'all don't know the half, not even a third
Put a dick in your ear and fuck what you heard
She tried to pull my fly south, I ain't want the bird
'Cause I been killin' these hoes, these niggas just drop dead
In the drop head, all we do is bop heads
To the side like Busta in the Pepsi ad
With my Columbiana mamma, yep she bad
She in the latest shoe that Giuseppe had
Blow game like the late Dizzy Gillespie had
That's some good jaw, pop quiz, good score
She call her pussy Mediene, that good raw
For you little cheap fucks, hood whores
You niggas soft in the middle, call them hood smalls
Everybody on the block going cuckoo
Phantom doors open like the clock that goes cuckoo
Birds poppin' out, sittin' on the hood
Check my bird droppings out, I'm shittin' on the hood
Sleepin' time, niggas
The hand that rocks the cradle for you nursery rhyme, niggas
It's bed time, nice
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby