Lyrics
I’m a lot more Quincy, I’m a lot more
I’m a lot more Minnie, I’m a lot more Snoop
I’m a lot more Jordan
Got cut with a JV, an average 42
I’m a lot more Biggie, I’m a lot more Pac
I’m a lot more Diddy cause I ain’t gon' stop
I’m a lot more Oprah, this before she had that yacht
I’m a lot more Apple running 40 laptops
Nigga, your drums too clean
Nigga, your drums too clean
Walk down the street, light up like Billie Jean
Nigga, your drums too clean
Nigga, your drums too clean, whoa
Nigga, your drums too clean
Walk down the street, light like Billie Jean
Nigga, your drums too clean
I’m a lot more Janet, I’m a lot more Mike
You a lot more wrong, I’m a lot more right
I’m a lot more Ricky Bobby, Talladega Nights
I’m a lot more truth, you a lot more hype
I’m a lot more Martin, I’m a lot more Malcolm
I’m a lot more Vic, keep them eagles and them falcons
I’m a lot more Dillon, guess that times are a changin'
I’m a lot more Van Gogh, can’t hear what y’all saying'
Nigga, your drums too clean
Nigga, your drums too clean
Walk down the street, light up like Billie Jean
Nigga, your drums too clean
Nigga, your drums too clean, whoa
Nigga, your drums too clean
Walk down the street, light up like Billie Jean
Nigga, your drums too clean
I’m with that dirty kickin' smell like
I’m with that 808 like
I’m with that dirty kickin' smell like
I’m with that 808 like
Nigga, your drums too clean
Nigga, your drums too clean
Walk down the street, light up like Billie Jean
Nigga, your drums too clean
Nigga, your drums too clean, whoa
Nigga, your drums too clean
Walk down the street, light up like Billie Jean
Nigga, your drums too clean